The DNA issue has been flying round for a while now; and I never thought I’d get a mail about something like that.
But I did.
And it’s important that we address how many men get to raise kids that aren’t even theirs.
Let’s check it out:
Dear Agony Aunt,
My life is upside down at the moment. I am seriously thinking of committing suicide.
How can I continue to live knowing that my children are not mine. There is nothing to live for.
I have been trying to apply to be transferred to our London branch with my family; and part of the application requires a DNA test showing proof that they are my kids.
My wife does not know about this, as I wanted it to be a surprise.
Just for the results to come in and these children are not mine. I do not even know what to do. Do I just leave? Do I confront my wife?
Is my life not over like this?
A very sensitive issue. Here’s how I replied:
This is one of the most terrible things that can happen to a person.
However, suicide is not the answer. You should confront your wife, get some answers that you desperately need to hear.
And then you must not be afraid of starting over. It’s scary, uncertain; but remember that where there is life, there is hope.
What do you think?
Drop a piece of advice for him.