Welcome to R. Slash Off My Chest, where a bully systematically destroys O.P.'s life.

Our next Reddit post is from No Line.

My world has crumbled into pieces, and it's my own fault.

My father died around 10 years ago of cancer.

I never looked like him.

In fact, if you would ask me whether we had anything in common,

it would only be that we were one another's favorite human beings,

and that our combined stubbornness could move mountains.

But it bothered me.

The fact that I would look into the mirror and go searching for his face in my features and found nothing.

Anyway, recently, I was talked into getting a DNA test. I decidedly do not look white,

unlike both of my parents, but just enough like my mother that there was always the benefit

of the doubt on whether anything was different about me. So I thought maybe getting it checked

out would reveal something up higher in my ancestry. I'm very much my mom's twin, in all the ways that I

wasn't my dad's. In temper and in looks were very much alike. I was just more tan. At least

that's what I thought. But the DNA test that I took revealed very clearly that I am indeed mixed.

So I called my stepdad, whom I love and who I'm glad my mom

found after my dad passed. I was heated and angry, thinking I must be the product of an affair,

but didn't want to confront my mother directly before I knew more information. That's when my stepdad

told me that he once asked my mom about why I looked the way I did.

And she told him that she never checked, but she thinks that she was once drugged at a party

in the place that I now know I'm 50% from. My mother was assaulted and kept the baby because it fell into the time in which she was trying with my father to conceive.

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