I Was Adopted 25 Years Ago – Last Month My Bio Father Knocked on My Door Demanding 50% of Everything I Own
A man showed up at my door one afternoon, looking rough and carrying an unsettling air about him. He claimed to be my biological father, a man I had no memory of, and demanded half of everything I owned—just because he “gave me a chance” by abandoning me years ago. His words sent a chill down my spine, dredging up painful memories of my time in foster care and the hardship I had endured.
The man stood there, smirking, as he pointed out my comfortable life—my house, my family—and insisted that he was entitled to a share. “Without me,” he said, “you wouldn’t have had the chance to be adopted by a rich family.” His audacity hit me like a slap. I had worked hard to forget him and the pain he caused, but here he was, showing up uninvited and demanding payback.
Before I could respond, my husband, Daniel, walked in, and the room shifted. With calm confidence, he sized up the situation…
