I’m having a very strange moment right now.

I believe that I’m on the verge of having a stroke due to symptoms that signify early warning signs and then I learned through my email that the new “DNA Relative” that 23 & Me found is a guy from my hometown that I’ve hated my entire life.

How much did I hate him?

Well lets just say in my teenage years I used to carry a gun for protection from neighborhood criminals and crooked cops and I seriously considered murdering him for making a disrespectful joke at my expense.

Those dark thoughts of taking another kid’s life over a joke made me ride my bicycle across a bridge and drop the unused gun I spent $300 to buy into the bay.

Now I have a half-brother I always hated. He obviously must know I’m his half-brother and that my Dad is his biological father which means my Mother was right to hate his Mom. I now have to talk to my Dad about this before my Sister who roped me into this DNA s*** talks to my Mother, because my Sister hates my Dad and she will blow up his entire life.

All of this is complicated and crazy.

WTF?