“My first husband could not have children so I was artificially inseminated. I wanted us to be a family. He had a good job but insisted on selling drugs…
I guess I was hoping by making him a father he would stop. He was more intent on impressing these drug dealers.
When my son was four months old the cops raided our house one night. He had stepped out the black door and was going to hide the cocaine when he saw a line of headlights coming up the driveway. I never saw him alive again. He hid himself while the cops searched the house and arrested me and took me to jail. He snuck back to the house but had a light on and the cops came back. He was placed in handcuffs face down on the floor… and overdosed and died there. I faced five felonies.
I was naive and thought I was ok. I just lived there. Wrong! I ended up pleading to one felony which is on my record forever. I was devastated, heartbroken and faced years of sadness. After many years I saw things more clearly. He was a coward! I feel so much anger toward him for leaving us that way.
I raised my son by myself and told him that his father overdosed, nothing more. He is 37 now with a wife and son. Do I tell him now that his father is not his biological father? At the time I thought it was enough to deal with that his father died on drugs. Now I’m not so sure. What would be the advantage of telling him the truth now? He is proud of him for serving in Vietnam. Should I leave well enough alone? He has no interest in genealogy or DNA so chances of him taking a DNA test are nil.” -Anonymous