[font=verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Fifteen years ago I was a stupid high school student rebelling against my parents after being forced to move to a new town for my father's job. I had to leave all of my friends behind with only two years of high school left and the crowd I fell in with at the new school weren't the best influences. I was depressed, cutting, and doing anything I could to show my parents that moving to a new town was the worst mistake they could have made.[/font]
[font=verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Then I met Brent. Brent wasn't the most popular guy in school or the most attractive, but he made me laugh. I started to feel like my old self again and I desperately wanted him to ask me out. I was head over heels for him, but it never seemed like he would work up the courage to make a move. I considered making the first move, but I was afraid it would ruin our friendship if he didn't feel the same way.[/font]
[font=verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]One night, I went to a party with some kids from the bad crowd and ended up sleeping with one of the more popular guys at school. He asked if I was on the pill and I said I was, even though I definitely wasn't. I was actually still a virgin, but I didn't want to admit that to anyone.[/font]
[font=verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]A week later, Brent asked me to Homecoming. It came out of the blue and I was shocked to say the least, but there was no way I could say no. Homecoming night, I was the aggressor and I took Brent's virginity. We didn't have a condom, but I didn't care. High school hormones convinced me he was the one.[/font]
[font=verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]A couple of months later, I found out I was pregnant. Brent didn't even question if it was his baby or not. He introduced me to his family, stated his intention to marry me, and dropped out of high school to get a full-time job. My own family pretty much disowned me when they found out I was pregnant, but Brent's family treated me like one of their own. I was already moved in with them when I started to show but I started getting nervous as the months went on. There was a very real chance the baby I was carrying didn't belong to Brent, but I was too deep in my lies to untangle the web.[/font]
[font=verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Fifteen years later, we're still married. We've had two more children that are definitely his. A few months ago, Brent's family started talking about 23andme. They wanted to find out more about their ancestors and see what their heritage actually was. The results came today and I opened them before Brent got home from work. The boy we named Brent Jr isn't Brent's son. He has markers that don't show up on Brent's side of the family. I stalked the guy I lost my virginity to on Facebook and when I saw his children, it couldn't be more obvious.[/font]
[font=verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]I hid the 23andme results, but I know Brent will ask about them eventually. There's no way I can keep the charade going and I'm already torn up with guilt. I don't know what to do. My son is fourteen years old. He loves the man he calls dad. This secret is going to destroy our family.[/font]
[font=verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif][Remorse][/font]
