Hey everyone!
First things first, sorry for the long post, but I kind of find it cathartic to write about this.
I'll try my best to structure this in a way that's easy to read and also serve me as a reference in the future.
So, most likely, at least 1 of my 2 kids isn't mine.
How we got here.
Back in December 2020, I told my wife about my desire to get one of those 23andme kits for myself. She didn't know much about them since we don't live in the States and here they are not even sold, it's not a thing here, not yet.
So, I'm telling her about both the ancestry and health reports part and asking her if she wants one too. Nope, not in a million years. Why would you like to know there's something wrong with you?
She was pretty set against it, focusing exclusively on the health part and disregarding utility for the ancestry one. I asked her if it would be OK to get a kit for the kids, she said "do whatever you want, just don't tell me if there turns out be anything wrong with them and don't ruin their lives by telling them either." clearly referring to the health part.
Now, she had reason to worry about the health reports since I have a history of anxiety, panic and depression (I'm now the poster child for Lexapro's effectiveness) which would be most certainly reignited with a vengeance if there turned out to be some bad news on those reports.
Kits arrived, we collected samples and mailed them while on vacation in the States. Kid#2 sample was a tad incomplete, he was fuzzy and filled maybe 2/3 of the tube, other than that, everything looked good.
My DDay.
Jan 18th.
It's late, kids and wife are upstairs.
Kid #2 results arrive. Have a look at them, don't see anything weird ancestry wise, results as expected, have a little fun with the app, turn on DNA relatives discovery, it takes a couple of minutes to build a list and see he matches with 1500 people, the highest match is a measly 0.76%, very distant cousins. Don't recognize any last names on the list. Think nothing of it since like I said, DNA fun tests are not a thing around here.
A short while later my results are in. Have fun with the ancestry part, kid #2 composition is consistent with my results considering his mom is mixed, check out haplogroups, relief! we match paternal haplos, as we should, right?
Turn on DNA relatives discovery, immediately gives me 5000 matches with the highest one being a 2nd or 3rd cousin at 6% match. Where's Kid# 2?
I recognize a bunch of last names on the list, but where the hell is kid# 2?!?
A bit of digging around in the app and finally found the place where it directly compares us: 0.06% match.
My heart sinks... My stomach sinks... I start crying.
I spent the rest of the night trying to figure out what just happened here, looking into ways this could be wrong...
Where I am now.
Jan 22th
It's been 4 days, haven't talked to my wife yet, I was waiting for Kid #1 results (which showed up a few hours ago) to either confirm or deny the discovery.
If he matches me and his bro as half-sibling = Mom has/had an affair.
If he matches bro as a full sibling but not me = Mom has/had a long-term affair.
If he matches bro as half sibling but not me = Mom is a serial cheater.
And the hopium, 1 in a million result, kid #1 matches me but not bro = there's something iffy on 23andme's part or at the hospital.
Over the past 4 days I've been feeling like shit, cycling between deep sadness, anger, denial, hope, hopium, numbness, rationalization.. the list goes on and on. My world has been shattered. I'm empty, I'm lost and all this while trying to keep things semi-normal at home and work.
My wife knows something is going on, she looks concerned about me, but thankfully and since my past dealings with anxiety and depression, she believes it's that and knows not to nag me and try to make me talk while in such an episode, she's giving me some space since I told her I think this new generic lex is not working as it should.
I feel like that 90's movie "The Truman Show" with a key difference: He started having doubts about the world around him, started digging, and eventually found out he was living a lie, me, on the other hand, was happily asleep in a beautiful dream when suddenly got hit with bat waking up in severe pain and realizing it was all a dream and my reality is a fucking nightmare.
That's the thing with pandora boxes, once open they stay open.
I haven't opened that report yet. I'm scared, terrified to be honest.
At the moment I got a Schrodinger cat, as long as that report stays unopened, it's both true and false at the same time, whatever I want to believe.
That's hopium right there, I know, I'm a man of reason and logic.
I don't know what to do, at times a part of me says forget about this, work on pretending you never saw it, and take it to the grave, then I realize I can't really do that, it would eat me alive.
Then I think I should gather more info before confronting her, get some 1-2 hours alone with her phone (I know her pwd as she knows mine) to dig both recent and old logs and chats.
I know for sure I don't want to have the talk with the kids anywhere near and that window will open next weekend when the kids stay at my MIL's home for our regular "us" time.
The main two feelings I've been cycling through are intense sadness and disbelief. Disbelief fuels hopium. This cheating scenario makes no sense, how? why? It contradicts everything I think I know...
Our relationship.
We've been together for 20 years, almost 21. Our kids are 7 and 5.
The kids were not a random act, they were both planned.
Some 8 years ago we started talking about having kids, about being ready. After the first month without a positive result, we went to the doctor just to check, a few tests and it turned out I have a low count. Doc gave me some vitamins asked me to lose some weight and assured us we should see a positive result in a few months.
We started tracking her period, basal temp, ovulation strips, you name it and sure enough, 5 months later we were pregnant with our first.
A few months after our little guy's birth we realized the prospects of him having cousins or any family around his age anytime soon were slim, none of my sisters wants kids, neither does my SIL so we decided to go for kid #2 after kid #1 1 year birthday. Give him a companion, a buddy you know?.
Same drill as before, tracking, ovulation strips, planned sex, and a couple of months later a positive test.
I went back and read 7 years worth of chat logs, emails, pictures, social media posts and I see no indication of anything wrong between us, even around the estimated conception date for kid #2 all I see is normal-happy messages between us, pictures of us, our kid, our dates, all going back and forth, going out plans, vacations plans, everyday life msgs. All good.
And here's the thing about my wife and our relationship. I didn't just marry an attractive woman. I married my best friend and I don't type that lightly, I mean true best friend.
Our relationship has always been characterized by our ability to chat, to always have something to talk about. We have long deep convos in the kitchen while sipping wine, we have silly convos every time in between. We do everything together, we seldom go out without each other and when we do it's always regular things like brunch with the girls, a bar with my friends and these things happen no more than a few times a year and there are always pictures of it and social media posts.
We laugh, we joke, we have a good sex life, she slaps my butt while I'm doing the dishes, other times she hugs me from behind and kisses me. You know how it goes.
We have regular dates, we travel, we go out with and without the kids.
We built a home together, she's a devoted catholic who drags me and the kids to church most Sundays.
She's loving, caring, attentive and supportive.
And I do my best every day to correspond her in the same way, always have.
As far as I know, it has always been "us".
And our relationship has been all these things for the past 20 years.
There was never a "drift apart" time, I never had a hunch, a feeling something was off. Never.
She's this kind of person who takes great care of both her, our kids and my public image, I've always nagged her about her constant "what are people gonna say/think" worries.
And I could go on and on about the good stuff.
Sure it sounds perfect, but nothing is, we sure have had our fair share of fights and disagreements over the past 20 years, every couple does, but I tell you, life with my wife is/was? pretty darn good.
And that's why I cling to hopium, that's why I find a cheating scenario with a got pregnant result so hard to believe. Makes no sense, contradicts everything I have seen, felt and experienced with her over the past 20 years.
Did I marry a sociopath? Is my compass that broken? WTF...
What's next
I don't know what to do, how to proceed. TBH I wish I was dead.
If it turns out to be true, which is the 99.99% scenario. I can't even begin to describe how world-shattering that is.
On Monday I had a perfect life, a few hours later I lost everything I have ever cared about. This being true means I got nothing, I'm empty. If it weren't for the kids, what would be the point to carry on?
And while I wait and see I look at my wife and she's the same person she was on Monday, has the same qualities I typed above. I'm the one who's different now, the one who's changed. I'm fucked, completely and royally fucked.
Got no one to talk about this, no support system outside my wife who's at the core of this mess.
I'll stop now, this is already way too long. Thanks for reading.