My whole life, I’ve considered myself an only child. Even when I had step-siblings — especially when I had step-siblings — I considered myself the one and only, my parents’ sole offspring. And that part is true — I am their only child. But at 15 years old, I was told that my dad — the last of the famous international playboys, apparently — had other children before he married my mom. My mother knew, but they kept it a secret from me in fear I would spill the beans to my well-to-do maternal grandparents, who didn’t know — understandably. She passed away with that secret kept.
There’s more to this story, but none of which I feel is the business of the Internet. Maybe a book someday (man, it would make a good semi-fictionalized memoir), but not the Internet… not yet, perhaps not ever.
