I was born in 1971 in the north east and my mum and dad were young and married. Within months of my birth , the marriage was falling apart and my dad had an affair with the woman I now know he went on to marry and have 3 other children with.
My mum moved on and when I was 2, she married a man who I knew only as dad. Back then, this was normal - the 'family unit' was everything and a single mum was somewhat frowned upon. My 'step' dad was all I knew and I didn't know I had a 'real' dad. We left the north east and moved down south.
When I was 14, my mum and 'step' dad say me down and told me that I was adopted (by step dad) and that my real dad was called Bob Smith (not real name), hadn't paid maintenance and in return for not having to back pay, he'd agreed to my 'step' dad adopting me and severing all ties
I was then asked if I had any questions. I said 'err no don't think so!' And that was that. It was never spoken of again apart from once when I was 20. I was at my grandmas funeral and we went back to the house. We had travelled up from the south. I picked up a sympathy card and it was signed from Bob. I showed it to my mum and she said ' yes, that's your dad.' She then said she was sorry for the decision they'd made, she said he was an immature young man and that, knowing him as she had then, she felt he'd have regrets now he was older.
I never forgot this conversation. But I Waldo never really thought about my real dad. My life was not lacking in anything
My mum and 'step' dad both died in 2019. My 'step' dad had always been my dad to me and I was treated the same as my brother - we were joint executors of the wills for example and he was always grandpa to my kids etc.
In March 2021 I was driving home from a shopping trip. And in my head I just said to myself 'do it now. Write to your dad.'
It was Friday afternoon. I got home and googled his name and address. I was banking on him living in the same area in the north east and I knew his wife's name as it was on the sympathy card all those years ago. Found him on the electoral roll.
Got a blank card and wrote in it ' Dear Bob. I hope you and your family are well. I believe we used to know each other 49 years ago. If you'd like to get in touch that might be nice. If you don't, I understand. Take care.' Added my address and phone number. Back in car, put in post box at about 3pm
He rang me on the Saturday morning.