This pain is eating me inside, I am dying alone with this pain. I have no one to turn to, to rely on with my problems. I have to act as if I am strong but I am not. The things I found out recently, it’s things I don’t wish for any man to go through. It pains my heart to have found out this way.

I just found out my own children, those I love dearly they are not mine. All those years of believing that I have good children and being proud of them. The truth was hidden from me all this time, until one fateful day I found the documents of DNA tests. I didn’t even know about those documents, I just kept quite about the situation. Worse part is I didn’t know how to react or do.

Sometime later, the mother of my kid’s found out that I knew about the whole thing, I don’t know how. She didn’t even tell me still but instead she confronted my friend. She asked him how I knew about the DNA documents, who told me about them. My friend just told her that she was not suppose to keep the secret. She was suppose to tell me the whole truth from the beginning. It clearly shows that she didn’t hide those documents safely, because if she did I was not going to find them.

The reason I believed that they are my children is, we did DNA test that proves that they are mine. So she went behind my back, paid the money to make them positive. Little did I know they came back negative from the start. When will my troubles come to an end, I wish I could turn back the hands of time and rectify my mistakes.

How do I live with this kind of woman? the children already know me as their father. How do I tell them I am not their father? How do I tell my family about this?

Remember we act as aperfect family and couple. Worse part I am not asking her anything, I act as if I know nothing. She is also not telling me anything. I guess I just have to keep on pretending this life until when, I don’t know.

Ooh I almost didn’t tell you this. Before I found out the children are not mine. Their mother just left me with them, at that time I was sick. I was not able to take care of myself even the children, worst part is that even my family didn’t come to help me. I called my good woman to help me out. She came, and I asked her to help me because I have no one. She was willing to help me at same time she was doubting. Then she told me that, shes not going to help me because when I get better I will always run back to the mother of my children. I don’t blame her though, because it’s always what I have been doing. I always choose the person who is hurting me the most. She then left , I was heart broken.