This is a disturbing article on a lot of levels, although it describes a phenomenon that’s not a great surprise: the fact that sometimes a man is married to a woman who cheats, and sometimes that cheating results in a child, and sometimes the man doesn’t know it’s not his biological child, and sometimes—now, with the advent of genetic testing—the man discovers the biological truth much later.
That’s a sad and difficult situation. The man can be devastated, and the child can be tremendously traumatized. The mother is ordinarily in big big trouble, although at least in that case it’s a trouble of her own making.
There is no simple or one-size-fits-all solution. Going to a really good family therapist could help, but really good family therapists are not so easy to find. If the family is religious, answers might be found there.
But the emotions that are stirred up can be explosive and exceptionally painful. For the man, the pain and outrage can go very deep. And with the growth of DNA companies and their use, this sort of situation is probably going to become more common.
But the particular story that’s tracked in the article I linked is disturbing for different reasons. The father, whose pseudonym is Christopher for purposes of the story, had long strongly suspected his wife had been unfaithful early in their marriage around the time their daughter (who was now 15) had been born. So for a decade and a half he had wrestled with the idea and even the deep suspicion that she was not his biological child.
That’s a bad situation to begin with, and one with which Christopher had obviously not made any sort of peace or gotten any resolution for an entire decade and a half. But before getting the test, he should have figured out exactly why he was requesting it, how it could change things, what he planned to do if the results showed the girl was not his biological child, and how it was likely to affect all parties involved, especially the completely innocent daughter. In his case, he had to know he was throwing a bomb into the mix, a bomb that might detonate. It’s very different, of course, when the DNA test is taken without any suspicion or foreknowledge of infidelity, and the news comes as a total shock, but that was not the case here.
This is Christopher speaking. He had wanted the test in order to find out whether his daughter was his biological child, although the daughter had no idea that was the motivation:
I knew my ex-wife was having affairs back then, and I couldn’t catch her. When I bought the test, my daughter went and told her mom [that they were taking the test; the daughter had no clue why her father wanted it], and then an hour and a half, two hours later, in the middle of the night, my ex gets up and she says, “I need to talk to you ’cause I had an affair. I think it was a two-year-long affair.”
The worst was to see the reaction of my daughter. She just cried and cried. It was like a nuclear bomb going off. It changed the dynamic for a long time between my son and her.
The marriage ended, as well.
When asked if the results of the test changed his relationship with his daughter, Christopher answered this way:
On the day that I found out, I was like, I wanted to reject her, because I said my boundary was I will not raise another man’s child from an affair. My mom put me straight. She was like, “She’s innocent in this. Don’t blame her.” So I consider her my daughter.
I commend Christopher for getting over the hump, because if he hadn’t, his daughter (and she is his daughter; he’s been her father her entire life) would have suffered even more than she already has. But there’s a remnant of his original thinking in the terms he still seems to use to refer to the fathers: biological father and birth-certificate father.
I’ve never heard that latter term before. It would make sense if we’re talking about an infant, a baby with whom the non-biological father has never really bonded, and hasn’t raised. But a fifteen-year-old? As Christopher’s own daughter said, “He just created me, but you’re my dad.”
Historically, the difficulty of knowing for certain who the father of any child is has made for some customs that restrict the movement of women and particularly their sexual behavior. Those days are gone, but even before their demise, there was always the possibility of infidelity and passing off another child as a man’s own. Now the opportunities are even greater, and the fear of this happening can be great as well. On top of all that, we have the ability as never before to actually determine whether a child is the biological offspring of a particular man.
This makes for a potential powder keg, and if anyone steps into it knowing (as Christopher knew) that the chances are good that the child is not his, he needs to prepare himself in advance for the consequences, and consider how the entire thing will affect the child he has nurtured all these years. It is a supreme act of slefless fatherhood to be able to put that child’s needs first.
I don’t have the answer to what’s best—each father must decide that for himself—but I do know that in a case like that, preparation is key.
