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My family hired a private investigator to find me after they all disowned me.

If you want it out of my life, stay out.

So I, 36 male, got into some trouble 15 years ago.

I take all the responsibility for this, and even to this day, I carry all the shame, guilt, and embarrassment for it.

Also, this might come up.

This is not cultural or a religion thing.

It's just shame to the family name.

By the way, this comes from user Brins 89,

and if you want to submit your own stories, go to the R-slash-O-K story time subreddit.

I'm Dakota.

I'm Angie.

And we're here to give good advice goofily, but we don't have all the answers. We only know what we would do. So let us know what you would do in the comments. As OP says, the situation was when I was 19. My ID was stolen and being used in another state and created a situation where my driver's license was suspended nationwide.

Somehow, and all notifications from the other state never made it to me.

I started doing all the necessary things I needed to do to try and fix the problem.

I, however, had a couple of tickets in my current state that I needed to pay, but couldn't

because I needed to pay my rent and keep

my apartment. Also, at the time, my full-time job was having problems and was borderline shutting down.

So to try and make ends meet, I was doing a lot of freelance work as well. I was hoping that with

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