I took a DNA test and immediately regretted it
I ended up tying the knot because I found out my girlfriend was expecting. After the wedding, we moved in with my parentsthere was no way we could afford our own place then. Time ticked on, and before I knew it, I was the proud dad of a cracking lad. We eventually scraped together enough to get a mortgage, determined to finally start life on our own terms.
Not too long down the line, my wife announced she was pregnant again. Along came little Princess Emily. The children grew at the speed of light, and as the years wore on, I couldnt help but notice they didnt look anything like me. Or my wife, for that matter. Both of them were ginger and covered in frecklesan absolute mystery in our otherwise dark-haired clan.
The thought crept in: what if they werent actually mine? Admittedly, not my finest moment, but curiosity got the better of me. I decided to have a paternity test done, just to be sure I wasnt raising someone elses kids by accident.
After an anxious fortnight waiting for the results, the lab finally rang. I dashed over, heart pounding in my chest. Thankfully, it turned out I was, in fact, their father. Relieved, I slipped the paperwork into a drawer rather than chucking it as any sensible person would. Future me now curses past me for that, because I paid dearly for my idiocy.
A few days later, my wife found the documents and flamboyantly lobbed them in my face. She made such a scene the whole house practically shook. I couldnt really blame her, though some adult conversation wouldve been nice. Forgiveness wasnt on the menu, and Im still on my own. Its been five years since then, and she still wont let me see the kids.
Just like that, a spot of foolish curiosity cost me the most important thing I hadmy family. I can only hope that, one day, my wife might find it in her heart to forgive me…
