Worthless.

My biological father informed me at a ripe age of 7 that I would never amount to anything. That I was worthless.

When I was 8, my father disappeared from my life completely. My mother told me that he had found someone else, who happened to be pregnant, and he was going to raise her kids. 

I felt broken. I wondered what was so wrong with me that he would abandon me, yet choose to raise someone else's kids. Not a day went by that I didn't wonder why, where he was, how he was doing, etc. 

Approximately 25 years later, in 2010, I randomly searched for him on Facebook. Two profiles appeared on my screen. My heart sank. I did not even know if my father was alive. 

I clicked on the first profile. A picture of a young man, that looked surprisingly similar to me, appeared. I clicked on the second profile, and up popped a picture of my father.

I made contact with him and it was a bit awkward. He came out to Oklahoma to visit and meet his grandson. We still communicate, mainly via Facebook. I will definitely take that over wondering if he is alive.