I have made a very big mistake. Three years ago, my friend conducted a DNA test on all of his kids and figured the first child wasn’t his. This led to him divorcing his partner of seventeen years in marriage. We married the same year so my marriage is twenty years now. After my friend’s encounter, I began to think of my own marriage, what if my kids are not mine? I observed my children instead of conducting a DNA too because my wife threatened to divorce me if I should conduct a DNA test and find out the kids are all mine. She sounded so convincing so I decided not to bring any confusion into my home due to a friend’s encounter. For a while I had it on mind but after about a year, it didn’t even occur to me anymore.
Early this year, I traveled to India for a medical check-up. In a conversation with my doctor, the issue of DNA popped up and he said I could conduct a DNA on my kids without my wife’s knowledge so why do I even discuss it with her for us to argue? I thought of it as the best idea so I gathered samples of my kids’ hair (we have 4 kids) when I came back. I told my wife I was asked to return after a month for check-up again so a week today, I came back to India to see my doctor.
He conducted the test and unlike my friend my case is worst. Can you believe that with the exception of our last baby boy who is eleven years old, all the other kids are not mine? The child I thought was my first will turn twenty this year and the second will also turn eighteen this year. They are both studying in Canada while the last two are in Ghana with us. I have a very happy and successful family. I trusted and loved my wife and I wish the DNA test didn’t come out like this. I haven’t returned to Ghana yet and I haven’t contacted home or said anything about the test results to anyone yet. It’s so painful.
There’s no day in this week I haven’t cried. My life right now is a misery. I don’t even know how to go and face my wife with this. I don’t know how to handle it. I don’t know how my entire family members, friends and society are going to start looking at my family. My happy home is a wrecked one now. I am scared I might just kill my wife if I should see her face again. I haven’t been in this type of pain before. This is definitely the worst thing to ever happen to me in life and even after my death. How on earth is my last child my first and only child? I love my kids; I have equally apportioned everything I have to them. Is my wife trying to tell me that if I hadn’t conducted this test, I will die without knowing the truth? I don’t even know what questions to ask myself.
I need your opinion before this gets bloody. I am still here in India because I want to take it cool when I get back home but it doesn’t matter how long I stay here. The pain is still fresh daily. I just want to go home, ask her to park out, empty her kids account so she continues to finance their education herself or with their father whom I don’t wish to know then move out of Ghana with my son, my only son.
Do you know this means I have just one child now? I have wasted twenty years of my life with the wrong woman. The passion with which I hate my wife now, I see myself strangling her to death. See, I can kill her and no one on this earth can do a fuck about it. If I reach home and she tries to drag this with me, her next words will be in the grave.
This is a woman I met with absolutely nothing. I married her when she was only twenty-three years old. I groomed her. I made her what she is today. She was a mere high school graduate with nothing to call hers. I was managing my own micro finance business by then. I sent her to school, I built her a mart. I did everything for her. Today, she has cars, built houses for herself and some members of her family. I have never for once envied her success because that was how well I wanted to see her grow. All those times I was trying so hard to build an empire for her, there was another cockroach hitting on her. I was too blind to have noticed. Women are indeed serpents! If any prophet should have given me this prophecy, I would have beaten him up. How do I even tell my friends about this? What a shame this is.
I am writing a lot; I don’t know how to make you understand what I am going through but I need your help. I seriously need help. I can’t imagine myself with just one child at age 48. All the sweet memories I was having with my kids was actually not with my kids. It was with another bull’s children. How? How could this happen to me? Why did I even listen to her when she asked me not to conduct the test? I should have realized it, my friend even asked me to conduct mine when he figured his out but I told him I trust my wife. The kind of shame this woman has brought to me is probably what will kill me. Just call my number let’s talk about this before I come home. I need solutions before I arrive else it will be bloody!!!