I offered to buy some dna testing kits for her, as well as for my children. It was not a well received offer.

The joke is on her, though. Ancestry.com split up my dna by parent contributions, without her sample being submitted. Her dna is technically on there. Now wouldn’t it be funny if she submitted a test later and it didn’t match me? I’d feel like Bambi in that scene where the mom is dead and Bambi is yelling, “Mother? Mother?!?” If the woman who raised me doesn’t match me, it would really make sense with regard to how she treated me.