It's been 8 years since my father passed and I feel like I have more unanswered questions for him now than I ever had while he was alive. When I was 18 years old my Father told me I had a half sister who was basically sold by my biological mother so she could buy drugs. I was also told that he was at the hospital when this supposed "child" was born and the baby came out half black and was not his so he signed over his rights. He always painted my mother in a terrible light as if she was a monster. Mind you, my mother struggled with drug and alcohol problems most of my childhood which ultimately resulted in their divorce when I was 7 years old. My dad at that time of my life was my rock and I had no reason to not believe him. When he passed in 2013 I became very depressed and my life turned completely upside down. I had always wondered about my sister, and hoped that her life away from our toxic family turned out better than mine ever could. I had very little information about my half sibling and asked other family members as well as my Mother to give me any and all info they had but because the adoption was closed it would seem my search for my sister would end quickly. Fast forward to 2019. I receive an email from a young lady on FB claiming to be my sister. She knew both of my parents names and said she was adopted at 3 days old and at the age of 22 took an Ancestry.com DNA test that revealed my Aunt on my Mother's side was 99% chance of being her full blooded Aunt. Low and behold this young lady named Adrian is in fact my full-blooded sister and my Fathers Daughters. We instantly connected over FB messenger and talked for over a year before we met in January 2021! One of the Happiest days of my life besides getting married to my lovely Wife Abigail. As elated as I am to have found my sister and have such a loving and healthy relationship with her I can't help but still be angry at my Father for lying to me. I don't understand why he did it or why he lied about it and seemed hellbent on making sure to manipulate me into thinking my Mother was a terrible person when all along he was the seriously fucked up one. Can anyone else relate? Loosing your parent is hard enough but having to forgive someone for a lie this huge when they can't apologize or even explain is difficult. I just need answers.