Hey, Hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more

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first story.

This story is a story that we've covered in the past on the channel, the first part of it,

but someone on Twitter recently just told me that there's an update to this post.

So we're going to cover the original story and then the update as well.

So if you want to skip parts of it, you know, timestamps are down in the description and along the timeline below.

So feel free to use them. That's what they're there for. Let's crack on.

Now, today's first story comes from inheritance mine who says, am I the asshole and not sharing my inheritance?

So, a bit of background. I was a big oops. My bio-mom was a wealthy woman who apparently never wanted marriage or kids.

She met my dad at a work event, same job type, different locations, not sharing specifics

for anonymity.

And they started seeing each other casually for a few months and then boom, a pill, the condom and the plan B all

failed to stop me from existing. My mother was going to abort me but my father begged her not

to because he was actually married and was told his wife only had like 1% chance of ever

carrying a baby to term. She agreed only on the stipulation that she can give me up, no

visitation, no parenting, nothing but child support, and he and his wife reached an agreement

and took me under the ruse she had raised me as her biological daughter. Needless to say,

I never met my bio-mom, but it doesn't get any better for me from there.

My step-mom actually ended up having a miracle about a year after I was born, a son.

My brother has never treated me any different and I love him dearly, but I could always tell

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