I grew up without a father. My father and mother dated for a few months, then it turned out that my mother was pregnant. When my father found out, he just disappeared, leaving my mother alone.
My mother raised me alone. To make a long story short, my mother and I had a hard road.
And after all that, a man shows up and tells me that he’s my father and wants me to accept him. Biologically yes, he is my father, but I am not related to him. I don’t know him, he’s a stranger to me.
-You know, I can’t accept you, you’re a stranger to me. And what are you: A man who lived for himself for 20 years and didn’t even care if I was born or not. I’m sorry, I have a single mother who raised me in misery, and I will only be grateful to her for the rest of my life. And you’re just a stranger. Don’t look for any more dates with me.