I met my biological dad when I was 23. He invited me and my toddler son to come live with him and his wife, as I was struggling financially. He wanted to put me in his will, but first, they suggested a paternity test “to be sure.” Six weeks later, the results came back that he wasn’t my dad. I got kicked out, became homeless, and dropped my son off with his father, who ended up getting full custody.
Two weeks after that, my biological dad’s wife flipped out and, in her moment of craziness, admitted to swabbing her own cheek and sending it under my name for the paternity test. We’ve since retested, and he’s my father. © Lunatyc84 / Reddit
