I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You’ll never catch me doing one of those stupid DNA tests. They’re just far more trouble than they’re worth. Here’s one more reason why.
In an emotional letter to Slate’s Dear Prudence podcast, the woman explained how her and her husband grew up in the same small town.
The mum – who has a two-year-old son with her husband – decided to buy her partner a DNA test for his birthday.
However, the results have ended up “poisoning” her marriage as the couple struggle to come to terms with the fact that they’re related.
She wrote: “The results came back saying we are actually first cousins on the paternal side.
He will not talk about this to me, we are sleeping in separate rooms and it is starting to affect our son.
I cannot even imagine.
Not only is being able to invite immediate and extended family to dinner without sending out a single invitation putting an obvious strain on their marriage, but it could also seriously upset the previous generation’s apple cart. Unless this family wasn’t close at all to the point where they hadn’t even met, chances are that the husband’s father had an affair and brought the real ammo to the festivities instead of his blanks. What other possible explanation could there be?
I highly doubt we’ll ever know, but boy would I ever like to hear how this all works out.
Stay away from DNA kits, everyone.
