Oh, that's not even the worst story! There was my brother ....a few years ago, he messaged me and asked me to call him. I did. I wish I didn't because it coloured my opinion of him forever. He's my actual brother, same mother and father. Anyway, when we were all born, my birth mom used her husband's name on our birth certificates, which is what separated, but not divorced women did back in the day. Everyone knew we belonged to her boyfriend, the Black guy, not the estranged husband.

So estranged husband moves to Alaska and stats a business and becomes wealthy. Word comes down the pipe decades later that he's dying of cancer and this clown wants my advice on how he can take from the estate when the man passes. The man wasn't dead. The man wasn't his father. he had no connection to this man aside from an old birth certificate (one I also have). But hey, if you can score some loot off someone's misfortune...why not, eh? He actually wanted me to help him cash in on the eventual death of a man with whom he had no connection. Yeah, no. And now you know why I have little to do with most of my family.