On Thursday I asked my mom if my dad was my "dad". She kept silent on the phone and they uttered the words "I always wanted to tell you but did not know how". Why on earth would I ask that question you must be wondering? Well let me give a little background. You can skip ahead if you know this already.
Background
My mother and father were divorced when I was very young (10-12 months old). In the early years my father, George, was around some at holidays and other times during the year. As the years progressed the regularity of his visits dissipated. He moved a little further away so the weekend drop-ins were substituted for week late birthday phone calls. No big deal, I had my mom, grandparents and uncles that were always around and helped me out growing up. I figured that is what divorced dads do. They call every once in a while and stop by with some candy to make it up.
It wasn’t until I was in my later years of high school when George started to change. He met his 3rd wife, Ruth, and started to settle down. She had 3 kids of her own and brought some sense to an otherwise senseless man. We started to communicate more, I would visit them for dinner and cookouts. I was going on the assumption that he made a mistake early on and was trying to make up for it now.
When Gwen was born in 2002 I noticed a little change in the relationship with George. I would be the one reaching out and making plans, I would call him up on his birthday (Sept 18th and mine is Sept 19th). He did not even know that Caroline was born in 2004. At that time I decided I would see if he would initiate the call to me. I saw him for the final time at my Grandfather’s funeral in February of 2005 and at that time I started my test.
Little more info
If you saw George you would say to yourself, Josh does not really look like him. I never really questioned it or thought about it until my mom gave me a bunch of my old photos. You know the ones when you were a kid, at a playground, school etc. Well in there was a photo when I was about 8 months old in some guys arm. I asked my mom who what was and it was always responded back as “a friend”. My wife and I joked that he was my dad and one day I would ask my mom. I never did because I never really cared to know.
Current Situation
Wednesday night I watch the Monday episode of Heroes. In this episode Matt saw a photo of his father which he has not seen since he was 13. He decided he must find his father. I woke up that Thursday morning explaining to my wife that I think I need to do the same. We spoke about this for about 10 minutes that morning and out of the blue the phone rings. It is my mom. So I ask her. Is my dad my dad? Silence overcame the phone conversation. It was true. George is not my dad.
Who is my dad?
Back in 1973 my mom was trying to divorce George so instead of paying for a lawyer at the time she moved to California. She met a man named Bill Stulck. She had a relationship with him and moved back to Connecticut some time later. Back in Connecticut she informed George, who she was still married too, that she was pregnant and was going to have the baby and still divorce him. George wanted to help raise the baby and told her to put his name of the birth certificate. See above to see how that turned out.
The Contact
All of this info was processed in my head over a 30 minute phone conversation before work. Pretty intense. I spent the weekend trying to find him on Google and gather any info. I ran across a photo gallery that seemed to point to him. I found an email and sent the following to him:
Not sure if you’re at this email address but if this picture rings a bell please contact me.
Joshua Drew
I also left a comment on his gallery page stating:
Do you remember Rosemarie Anastasia? 1973? If so contact me.
I will wait for a response.
Posted on October 29, 2007 10:26 by
Josh
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