I made a post about my biological dad a while back so I'm not going to go too far into everything but this is kind of bothering me.
My biological dad is a drug addict and alcoholic. My mom says that when he is sober, he's a good guy, but I've never actually met him. The only time I remember seeing him was when I was 7, and he was drinking. About three years ago, I was in a residential treatment facility for issues related to my anxiety and depression, and I decided that I wanted to reach out to him. My mom messaged him over Facebook, explaining the situation and that we could only talk if there was a therapist present but I would really like to talk to him. He didn't respond for months, and by the time he did, I had already been released from the facility. He said that he wouldn't talk to a "shrink" but he would love to see his daughter. This wasn't an option and I honestly didn't care because I knew that if he cares enough to actually want to talk to me, he would compromise.
Last night, my mom, out of the blue, asked if I wanted to talk to him. I didn't even have to think about it. I said no. She then told me that last week, he called her. He was super drunk and said he had been reminiscing and missed his baby's(My older brother and I). I later thought about how I didn't even have to think about my answer and it kind of confused me for two reasons. 1) Three years ago, I was desperate to talk to this man. I wanted to know who had created me. 2) I still want to know. Two months ago, I was googling him to try to get a sense of who he was. So why don't I want to talk to him? Am I just scared? Or is it because I know he isn't a very good person and I don't want to face the truth... I'm already becoming like him.