You were a product of a one night stand, your mother never hid that fact. You were an accident. You had no idea who your bio father was, sure you could call a handful of mothers better boyfriends “dad” as the good ones often treated you as a daughter, but once the relationship ended, as it inevitably always did, you would lose the men you saw as a father. Sure some stayed in contact with you, but most married better women and had their own biological children to worry about

Mother’s newest boyfriend was nothing less than an alcoholic jerk who often took his frustration out on you and her, and yet your mother refused to end the relationship. The dude was nothing remarkable, you didn’t understand why your mother kept him around but she did

“I don’t want a brat that’s not mine!” You overheard him shouting one day “It is not from my seed! I love you, Sarah, but if you don’t send that spawn to the sperm donor then we’re done. I won’t raise no other man’s child” Derek said angrily before the sound of glass shattered. He broke something in his little temper tantrum

She chose him over you, within a day your backpack had been packed with nothing but items you personally bought yourself. Anything mother had paid for had to stay as ‘you didn’t own them.’

You were dropped off outside a large manor and your mother handed you your SSN, birth certificate, and other documents you would need before she and Derek drove off leaving you to this stranger who apparently was your bio father