The best thing of all of this is that my brother FINALLY admitted that he is my full brother and not my half-brother. I told him I always knew who he was and he didn’t have to worry about it.
His comment was that it was really odd that one brother used my mother’s first married name and he was really her second husband’s child. The other brother took my dad’s name but was really the child of her first husband. I had it figured out when I saw pics of him and my younger sister at the same ages, in almost the same settings. ;o]
Strange bidness, this.
That’s why I changed my name to “Meaningful Dweeb.”
It keeps the nosy people from asking the wrong questions.