I just found out the truth about my father. My aunt his sister finally told me.

I was told a story that my dad was drugged at a night club and went crazy. All my life until I was 15 I found a private investigator to help find him so I can finally meet. I went to meet him and he was nice but very slurred speech. I thought it was because of what my mom told me that he was delayed because someone poisoned him. My aunt has me sent home becahse she didn’t think I should stay too long. When I was 19 I contacted a detective to see if they ever heard of this happening? There were no records, they told me my dad was bright sucessful and handsome and someone spiked his drink in a club. That was the story I always thought was true. Then I checked on my aunt last week and she finally told me my dad just couldn’t leave dr**+ugz alone and that he was a cr**ack head.
They have to go out on the streets and find him. I’m his only child and I’m very hurt that my dad chose dr**ugz over his only daughter. I was angry, then sad and then compassion for homeless addicts overcame me. I don’t have the resources to find my dad and head to Florida and look for him on the streets. Something did happen when I was working a addict/homeless guy. kept asking me to buy him some food and I said I can’t twice then I told my friend I saw the same guy twice. I only had 3$ in cash tbh. I also am going through my own struggles with no help so I’m kinda less giving than I usually am. Then my friend said you have to help the next homeless person who approached you. I did and then as soon as I clock back in to work I kept getting tips back to back. So all the money I had left to give. It trippled back to me. I thought of my dad. Also the strange thing is the men who approached me always resembled my father I met when I was 15 and never seen again.