I've always thought bastard just meant a fatherless child, but after reading on it... I guess I am.
My mother left my sister & I with grandmother, then moved about 4 states away to find work when I was 1, by the time I was 3 she came back to bring us with her.  I never knew my father.  Honestly, I have no idea if he even knew where I was or if we had moved away.
I found out, by talking to him via instant messenger, when I was 18 that he was celebrating his anniversary (20th or 25th, I just remember it being longer than I'd been alive) with some kinda remarrying ceremony.  I did the math in my head and figured out that he was married when I was born.  I had never known that before then.
Here lately, I've really been thinking about trying to find him and just talking to him about what actually happened with him and my mother.  Hoping maybe he'll give it to me straight, man to man.
But iunno 

 .... just a thought 
 
		 
	
		
	
	
		
		
			UPDATE:
Fast forward to August 22, 2014, that same year.. a woman reached out to me on Facebook saying that she thinks we have the same father.
We talk over the next few months and I ask a bunch of questions. She's the oldest before he ever got married, but says he was a good weekend dad until she was 13 when he got involved with wife, then shit slowed down & she said she got "treated like shit" by his wife.
She told me about our other siblings, that the daughter he has by wife is the apple of his eye, his pride & joy, if she needed him he would drop everything to go help her. I asked if she thought he would do the same for her? She reluctantly said, "Well... there was one situation... I had car trouble and I was on the side of the road and I called him, he asked me 'Where Damon (her bf) at?', he called a bunch of other people, my uncles, my brother...to see if they could come help me." I listened to her and could tell she knew it was fucked up but she also still accepted him and says they have a good relationship and he lights up whenever she goes over his house weekly.
She put me in contact with one of my younger "outside" brothers, Randall. By his account our father just wanted to raise his kids by his wife, no big deal. He wasn't in his or his younger brother's lives and he know its fucked up but seemed to have an "oh well" attitude about it. Randall & his brother are youngest, 2 years apart, and their mother is best friends with their father's sister, so she's been a longtime family friend (basically, he fucked his sister's best friend. Messy, I know). He told me about being around the family as a kid and trying to play with his half brother (the son by wife) and getting the cold shoulder like " FOH" because he didn't know they were brothers. Randall said he knew they were brothers because his mama always kept it 100 with them.
Eventually, the talking to sister fizzled out. She wanted me to meet him and I wasn't for it, she couldn't understand why, she seemed offended by it.
I still haven't talked to or met my father. Honestly, I don't think I want to. At my age I don't see any benefit to it.
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UPDATE:
During a roadtrip this past summer I was driving with my girl, not far from where I was born, and asked what she thought about me trying to find some relatives on my biological father's side, she encouraged me, so we pull over and start searching on phones.
For context, my father has 6 kids (that we know of); In birth order:  A daughter 13 years marriage, another daughter by his wife, me (oldest son), a son by his wife, then 2 sons by his sister's best friend.
Sigh... I found out a brother committed suicide in 2018 (his son by his wife), oldest sister moved to Texas, I believe I found my biological father's address, we pulled up, but after second thought I didn't want to meet him, so we pulled off.
I was able to find & meet the second youngest brother, after some tense questions about my identity & intentions he let his guard down and was welcoming. That felt good. I told him I felt like I was kept away intentionally, he replied, "You were. You can't keep someone from their siblings by mistake". That really resonated. We stood outside talking for over an hour, introduced my girl, he's 32, introduced me to 3 of his sons that were outside playing, he has 5 kids total. I didn't get to meet his/our younger brother, he's 30.
Also, visited an aunt and cousin I had met before when I was 18  that was cool, too. They were able to put me in touch with oldest sister in Texas, she's 50, divorced and has 5 kids by her ex-husband that are all young adults now.
We've been keeping in touch periodically. 
I still feel like I don't belong, on either side. 
It's clear that it was a concerted effort to keep me separated from my father's side. After explaining it to a friend, they called it selfish, by all parties. It's not just the alienation from siblings, but also grandparents when they were still alive, now I have to hear stories and look a pictures of memories that were made without me, ask questions about how my grandmother was, how my grandfather was.
As well as missing a sense of belonging, I'm also missing a sense of identity  
"The stone that the builder refused"