Kind of long, but it has a happy ending.

Hi! I am very glad that I am not the only one who has gone through this and survived to share their stories. I will be honest though, I have yet to read a story like mine so here it goes. Also, there is a lot more to this story, but maybe I will just save that for the book Im going to have to write. Lol. When I was 19 my older sister broke the news to me that the man who I thought was my father(my mothers husband) was not my really father. They met when I was 1 and decided to pretend he was my father and never tell me. At first I was angry but I got over it quickly once my mother told me that my birth father was a horrid person and thats why she kept me away. I felt bad for her. But she said she would help me find him when I was ready. Over the next 9 years her story constantly changed and she would say things like "He was the nicest guy." and "of course he would want to meet you, you are his daughter.". Finally she gave me his whole name and I slowly began looking. We had moved across the country when i was 10 so he was still living where we had lived before. I had no such luck. The last name didnt exist in the history of last names. Once I had a baby I made it a priority to find him because of his medical history that I needed to find out for my sons benefit. I stopped talking to her after finding out she is a compulsive liar and has a lot of mental issues. I called my aunt(her sister) last month and asked her to call my mother and see if she can get more information about my father. She talked to her and was able to get his first and last name but this time, the last name was just a little bit different then the first last name she gave me. She changed the last 3 letters so it would be impossible to find him. Once I had the proper spelling of his name I found him that night and had all his contact information just by putting his name into Google. I called his house and his son answered and said he was in Trinidad(Thats where he is from) and wouldnt be back for 2 weeks. I said I would call back then. The next day I got a call from Trinidad and it was him. His wife had called him and told him to call me. The first thing I asked him was do you know who I am, and he answered of course I do, you are my daughter and he told me my whole name and birth date and that he had been looking for me for almost 28 years. A year after I was born my mother asked my birth father to marry her and he said no because she had a husband and he had just gotten out of prison. He said he still wanted to be in my life. So as punishment, she took me away and told him he would never see me again. Then she met my step father who went along with the whole story. I am meeting him on boxing day for the first time. His whole family has been waiting for me. This whole thing has been such a shock. The part that I am trying to get over is that everyone knew my step dad wasnt my father and no one said anything. Needless to say I am in counseling for all this and am just looking forward to our reunion. Good luck to all of you in your searches and your reunions and thanks for reading my story.