I just found out that my "real" dad (the one that raised me) isn't even my biological father.

Ok so first of all sorry for the long paragraph and bad English.<br><br>I'm 19 years old (Male) and I grew up in a good home, I had everything I needed, I was never abused, I never had to go hungry, I never lacked genuine love and affection. I have no complaints with my life. <br><br>My grandmother asked me several months ago (lol) if I wanted to get a DNA test done. Now I know this sounds crazy but just go with it, but my "real" father is a genuine racist, sexist, and anti-semite, and since he genuine loves me I don't know why he hates everyone else, but since he was super racist and fought racist wars, he wanted me to get a DNA test done to check if I was of African descent or not since he doesn't like "mixing" and since my mom was a slut when she was younger he wanted to know for sure if I was black or not. (Hence the quotes around real in the title) So I got the test done.<br><br> Fast forward a few months and the tests come out. I come out 0% African. So I show my dad the test and he's happy, but then he's like, "You know what buster, you can even check who your real father is." I'm like no I know who that is, you. Then he's like "No buddy this thing will show you your real father." and proceeds to show me the website. I go on the website after a long game of solitaire, and lo and behold there is another guy who has a 99.9% chance of being my long lost father. So I tell my dad what I found and at the time he's not really genuine on it, he's just like "Oh maybe that's your real dad, who cares though." <br><br>I go to bed still shaken at what I saw and found, but I can't sleep so I'm just sitting there on my phone for a while. After a while I opened my phone and went back to the website. I shit you not; I cried when I saw it for the second time. I was just so confused. So I go and wake my dad up and show him what it is and I'm just breaking down. He's like "Oh, fine we'll get your mom up here so you can ask her." So they go and wake my mom up and bring her in my room and I just break down. I'm crying, I'm hyperventilating, I'm just a wreck, but I manage to get out "Is he my real father?" and she's like "yes". Then I just really break down and genuine lose it.<br><br>I haven't stopped crying since I found that out. I feel so empty. I feel like I've been gagged. I just found out that my dad isn't my real dad. I don't know if I've ever cried so much in my life. I feel like I've just lost a part of me. At the same time though I still love my dad. I don't know what to do. He's my "real" father, not that other guy, but it still doesn't feel genuine. I feel phantom pain. I feel like something has been genuine cut from me, but I don't know what it is.