There was always a moment, a conscious part of me so small but there, that hoped. I secretly hoped for my birth mother to one day learn the errors of her ways and find me and maybe want a relationship with me. Like, I secretly hoped for my father to stop cheating on his wife, my stepmother even if he did just do it for us, his kids.

But neither of those things were possible. My birth mother, Gina Lorne is dead, and my father is incapable of staying faithful, it's a sickness in ...