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Yeah, there is. I have one stepbrother and two stepsisters who are both from my mother's previous marraige. A stepfather is listed as my dad on my birth certificate. So, even though I'm the only male with the last name, it's not my biological last name. I'm a bastard love child from 1968, born in September and probably conceived at or around New Year's Eve that year.* I was more-or-less disowned by my mother and stepfather the day before my twentieth birthday when I asked if my stepfather was my real father or not. My stepfather, a (now retired) Master Chief in the Navy Seabees, kicked me out "for upsetting my mother." I had been living at home off and on and just returned back to Georgia from an unsuccessful stint in Dallas, TX at the time. They live in Mississippi on the Gulf Coast now and that's where I mostly lived until the ninth grade. They returned back to the house they owned in MS from GA after I had gone away to Athens. I haven't had much contact since. And no support from them since I was twenty. I was seriously starting to feel fucked-up that I didn't know if they were still living or not, so I called a few months ago and they are still around.
*Just like the Diana Ross (& The Supremes) song which was released mere days after my birth:
Tenement slum
Ooh, ooh, ooh....aaaahhh
You think that I don't feel love
What I feel for you is real love
In other's eyes I see reflected
A hurt, scorned, rejected
Love child
Never meant to be
Love Child
Born in poverty
Love Child
Never meant to be
Love Child
Take a look at me
Started my life
In a old, cold, run-down tenament slum (tenement slum)
My father left he never even married mama
I shared the guilt my mama knew
So afraid that others knew I had no name
This love we're contemplatin'
Is worth the pain of waitin'
We'll only end up hatin'
The child we may be creatin'
Love Child
Never meant to be
Love Child
(Scorned by) Society
Love Child
Always second best
Love Child
(Different from) Different from the rest
(Hold on hold on just a little bit longer) Mmmmm baby
(Hold on hold on just a little bit longer) Mmmmm baby
I started school
And a worn, torn dress that somebody threw out
(Somebody threw out)
I knew the way it felt to always live in doubt
To be without the simple things
So afraid my friends would see the guilt in me
Don't think that I don't need ya
Don't think I don't want to please ya
But no child of mine will be bearing
The name of shame I've been wearing
Love Child
Love Child
Never quite as good
Afraid, ashamed
Misunderstood
But I'll always love you
Always love you
I'll always love you
Always love you
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