Earlier, when I listened to stories about how after many years a father finds out that he raised someone else’s child, that his son or daughter is from another man, but they still decided to stay with the family, my friends and I considered such men spineless. It’s how much you need to get under the heel to agree to bring up a child that the wife from another man has fattened.
But now such a story happened to me. My wife confessed everything to me. The daughter is not my own. But I could not understand when she managed to cheat on me, because all these 6 years that we lived together, we had everything perfect.
It turned out that my wife was already pregnant when she met me, and then everything spun so fast that I thought that the daughter was mine. For 6 years I got used to the girl, even fell in love with her. But the news that it was not my child turned everything in me.
I can no longer perceive the child as my own. I will never love her as if she was really my daughter.
I moved away from my wife, I cannot stay in an apartment with a person who could lie to me so brazenly for so many years. And now I’m thinking about the child herself. How is she now, because we are adults and understand everything. And for her there was just a father, and now he abruptly disappeared.
Probably, I am selfish towards her. I decided that I would see my stepdaughter once a week.
My wife is crying, asking me to come back, asking for forgiveness. But I can’t do it yet, I can’t even listen to her, I can’t even see her now.
