mumto5:
I don’t think it would be so simple for a lot of posters if it were them in the middle of this. I’m not sure I could accept a child my husband fathered outside our marriage. It would be a constant reminder that I couldn’t trust him.
When I was dating my husabnd as a teenager we broke up for a period of about six months. During that time he slept with another girl. Seven and a half years into our marriage we were served with a paternity suit from the county we live in.
The first thing I did was research father’s rights organizations and get an attorney that specialized in father’s rights. (If you go to the county without a lawyer they will try every which to get you sign the paternity agreement without a test. The want to stop paying welfare to this child.) While we waited for the test results I was preparing myself mentally for the fact that my husband may have a child with someone other than me. We planned to fight for as much visitation as possible and I began to think about turning our spare bedroom into a bedroom for his son (if it turned out to be the case.)
I spoke to the mother on the phone (she called our house) and assured her I would treat her son just as I treated our daughter if this child was his. I love my husband, and this child would be a part of him and so I would love this child as well. It was not the child’s fault and we had a lot more stability we could offer him then his mother’s current situation.
The test results came back negative, the child was not his. A great relief for us and yet I was sad for this poor child. When a paternity test is done the mother, child and alleged father all are in the same room. This child was nearly 7 and quite aware of what was going on. The irresponsible mother already was telling the child my husband was his dad. What a confusing and sad situation for a little boy. His names is Corey, he’d be about 14 now and I still pray for him.
This poster’s pain is very fresh and I’m sure very deep. Unfortunately for us we don’t marry saints, we marry fallen creatures who have frailties and make mistakes, sometimes very terrible ones. If for second we can stop looking at it from the prespective of this is
my wife and look and what she’s done to *me *and look at from the perspective of this is the woman that I love and care deeply for and she has made a painful mistake that she wishes can undo but she can’t. How do we get through this together?
As Catholics we say I do and that means forever (barring annulment of an invalid marriage). 'Til death do us part. Not until you betray my trust, or not until you humiliate me, but until death do us part. I would recommend a retrouvaille weekend
retrouvaille.org/ counseling by a good, solid Catholic priest and lots and lots of prayer.
My prayers are with you Diver Zero.