Have been thinking this over since last week, when I found out.
Several of us, old work colleagues, met up for lunch for the birthday of a male colleague who will be retiring shortly.
His wife died seven years ago, leaving him with a grown up son, who isn't really his son. When he met her, she was pregnant with another man's baby. He allowed her to put his name on the birth certificate when the child was born, and shortly afterwards they married. He told us all this last week. We were shocked.
From what we gather, it was a marriage of convenience for her and she was never in love with him. He has admitted to her abusing him, verbally and physically and he being the softie he is, soaked it all up. She spoilt the child and made it quite clear she'd make all the decisions about his upbringing. Our colleague was amenable and did what he thought was his duty. He has been much happier as a widow, we all agreed. He doesn't have a particularly cordial relationship with the 'son' who isn't his. The boy, now 30, lives his own life, and has moved away and is sharing a flat with friends. He asks his father for favours and for money and they get along reasonably well but don't seem close.
He asked us last week if he should tell his 'son' the truth about their relationship. On the one hand, his 'son' ought to know his real father and perhaps he'd be less of a sponge if he was aware the decent man he tends to 'use' didn't father him. We had a good old chat about it, although it was a bit of a shocking revelation. Our colleague was relieved, he said, to share his dilemma with us. He wanted our opinions but we were torn.
What would you have told him? Should adult children be told the truth about their parentage or would it come as an awful shock? I have been turning this over in my mind since last week.
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