I signed. What it means is that I left my mother - and she had tears in her eyes. She silently thinks I am the real daughter of my father now. The man she left I left to the hotel where my real Dads funeral had been. I didn't go home with her and my step dad. Not because of her - because of my stepdad. Before I leave tmw morning I will visit my fathers grave for the first time. I'm not even sure where it is. My father was more than twice the age of my mother when he married her. He married the very family who had proven the scrolls of the elders of Zion to be a hoax he asked her before marriage if she was a "jew" He was a great friend of her mother and father, my grandparents. My grandparents were not a fan of my mother. They were closest to me because I had left my mother and my father to join them in France. They never told my mother the heritage of our family only bits. They didn't trust her. The just sent her to an Irish catholic nun school when she was 5. My father was 5 years old during the Hitler jugend. I only ever knew an old man. He has been dead for a long time now. He left his own father during the war by bike and drove through the bombs for one day to live with his grandfather. His grandfather was also German and was in the German resistance. My father told me out of all of his children I was his only child that was like him. He told me that - while he disinherited me. He abandoned me because his mother had abandoned him - At age 5. My mother did the same abandon him. He was the only male and had to bring up his older sisters and take care of them when their mother also abandoned them. His mother killed herself when he was 6. It was never said out loud. All they said is that she had become sick and put into a sanitarium and then dissapeared / died at a very young age. My father was what today is to be considered a real nazi He abandoned me because he thought I would abandon him - like his mother did. I apparently looked like his real mother. Blond obviously not like my mother But I didn't abandon him. I stayed. And today I am here and will bring flowers to his grave for the first time I find it very difficult to have to choose between my father and my mother and I'll never be able to. Choose between my father and Mother. But just for today I chose my Dad. I am after all his daughter. And I know today he is proud of me. Not for hurting my mother but for having the courage to stand up for myself against my stepfather, the fiat system based on making money by enslaving other humans in a never ending loop of war. He gave me one gold bar. I had that spent within a day or two 😸 My stepfather is the only idiot in the room that thinks he can attack Putin and get away with it. My real father never hurt anyone. He wasn't a violent man. He just defended himself.