You Don't Know It, But I'm Your Daughter.
Beware of those DNA tests.
by Jeff Jordan
If you have or ever thought of having your origins discovered by submitting DNA for testing? This s a cautionary tale. I provided my "spit in the tube" sample supposedly to help my granddaughter, Abbott build a family tree. Given the number of divorces and blended families, this was going to be more like a bush than a tree.
It was a ruse. The real story was that my oldest son and his family did submit DNA to Ancestry and Abbott was building a family tree. From what I understand things were going well until she got an email, through Ancestry with a question from a young lady in Minnesota.
The request was something like, 'I'm doing our family tree and all of these Jordans keep showing up and no one in our family knows who you are.' Abbott turned it over to her dad, Brad who just ignored it. Another email came. My son, arranged for a phone conversation.
His question was, "If we are related how close are we?' The answer was this young lady was a first cousin to Brad's girls, but then that means your mother and I are brother & sister. And my Dad is her...Holy shit
A few weeks later, my son called me to tell me he had been conversing with a woman in Minnesota who was, according to the company that runs the database, my daughter. It turned out this was not a joke. Although, I considered that for a moment knowing full well the extent of my son's sense of humor.
The information he gave me was not helpful to me in identifying the women. At the time, I was married to Brad's mother however, there was a time of separation in our marriage. I have to admit there were a couple of candidates.
I asked my son to query my daughter as to whether she wanted to talk to me. She did, and we eventually had a telephone conversation. At the sound of her voice, I had to remind myself, this is my daughter. She, on the other hand, was dealing with the fact that the man she clearly loves and respects is not her birth father. Her mother, who passed away ten years ago, might have thought that she took this secret to her grave, but DNA busted her in the end.
I told my daughter that I wasn't sure who her mother was. We tried to cross-reference a couple of things common schools, nearby neighborhoods, and places we might have worked together. We were getting nowhere.
As it turned out, I was thinking further along in my lifetime, and she wasn't aware of the job location where her mother and I intersected until she mentioned her dad's nickname. He had a rather distinctive moniker because he was a musician. I'd had never met him, but I knew I had a brief relationship with his wife.
Her mother and I worked together for a time. She was married and a child. The relationship was not unlike workplace romances. We flirted, then it got to be a closer relationship. I don't know why she needed what I brought to our affair, but I know I was infatuated with her. When we broke it off, it was mutual, but not without pain on my part. We both left that workplace, and I never saw her again. Because of our affair, I find I have a daughter, who is my oldest child. Because she has children, I have one more grandchildren and a great-grandchild.
I had a chance to meet my daughter, my granddaughter, and my grandaughter's husband and their little guy, my great-grandson. The meeting was cordial, exciting and wonderful in so many ways. We're going to keep in touch and let the future become it might hold for us.
Beware of those DNA tests.
by Jeff Jordan
If you have or ever thought of having your origins discovered by submitting DNA for testing? This s a cautionary tale. I provided my "spit in the tube" sample supposedly to help my granddaughter, Abbott build a family tree. Given the number of divorces and blended families, this was going to be more like a bush than a tree.
It was a ruse. The real story was that my oldest son and his family did submit DNA to Ancestry and Abbott was building a family tree. From what I understand things were going well until she got an email, through Ancestry with a question from a young lady in Minnesota.
The request was something like, 'I'm doing our family tree and all of these Jordans keep showing up and no one in our family knows who you are.' Abbott turned it over to her dad, Brad who just ignored it. Another email came. My son, arranged for a phone conversation.
His question was, "If we are related how close are we?' The answer was this young lady was a first cousin to Brad's girls, but then that means your mother and I are brother & sister. And my Dad is her...Holy shit
A few weeks later, my son called me to tell me he had been conversing with a woman in Minnesota who was, according to the company that runs the database, my daughter. It turned out this was not a joke. Although, I considered that for a moment knowing full well the extent of my son's sense of humor.
The information he gave me was not helpful to me in identifying the women. At the time, I was married to Brad's mother however, there was a time of separation in our marriage. I have to admit there were a couple of candidates.
I asked my son to query my daughter as to whether she wanted to talk to me. She did, and we eventually had a telephone conversation. At the sound of her voice, I had to remind myself, this is my daughter. She, on the other hand, was dealing with the fact that the man she clearly loves and respects is not her birth father. Her mother, who passed away ten years ago, might have thought that she took this secret to her grave, but DNA busted her in the end.
I told my daughter that I wasn't sure who her mother was. We tried to cross-reference a couple of things common schools, nearby neighborhoods, and places we might have worked together. We were getting nowhere.
As it turned out, I was thinking further along in my lifetime, and she wasn't aware of the job location where her mother and I intersected until she mentioned her dad's nickname. He had a rather distinctive moniker because he was a musician. I'd had never met him, but I knew I had a brief relationship with his wife.
Her mother and I worked together for a time. She was married and a child. The relationship was not unlike workplace romances. We flirted, then it got to be a closer relationship. I don't know why she needed what I brought to our affair, but I know I was infatuated with her. When we broke it off, it was mutual, but not without pain on my part. We both left that workplace, and I never saw her again. Because of our affair, I find I have a daughter, who is my oldest child. Because she has children, I have one more grandchildren and a great-grandchild.
I had a chance to meet my daughter, my granddaughter, and my grandaughter's husband and their little guy, my great-grandson. The meeting was cordial, exciting and wonderful in so many ways. We're going to keep in touch and let the future become it might hold for us.
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