FOR 30 YEARS, I BELIEVED I WAS ADOPTED

I always knew I was adopted—Dad told me at three. After my adoptive mom died, he raised me alone, but often said I wasn’t really his, calling me “lucky” he kept me. He told neighbors I was adopted, and kids teased me as “orphan girl.” On birthdays, he took me to orphanages to show my “luck.” For 30 years, I felt abandoned. My fiancé, Matt, urged me to investigate my past. At the orphanage Dad claimed I came from, they had no record of me. Confronting him, he admitted I was his biological daughter. After Mom’s death, he lied, thinking it’d ease his grief. I was stunned—30 years of feeling unwanted, all a lie. Angry yet relieved, I left with Matt, unsure of forgiveness but finally knowing the truth. Has a revelation ever reshaped your past? Share if this moved you.