I'm leaving, there's nothing here for me.



I finally confronted my parents about being adopted two weeks ago. I told them I knew about my twin brother in Canada and they better tell me the truth about where I came from. They stuck together, feigning ignorance, acting as if they didn't know a damn thing about it. I can tell they're lying, Dad's vein was bulging bigger than when he found me stoned and Mum did nothing but bake boterkoek for a week.



I thought after the shock of it all they would maybe say something. I tried in vain. "How could you lie to me for 24 years? How can you look me in the eyes? I hate you! If you don't tell me something I'm leaving!" They sat there stone faced as if nothing were happening as if my right to know didn't matter. I yelled so loud the neighbours called the police to make sure everything was all right.



There must be more to this story than either of us know.



I have no choice but to make good on my threat. I'm moving to Barcelona as soon as possible. Until then I am staying with my ex. Know of any good places to stay in when I first get to the city?



Sed