Well, my wife called my at 01.30 my time this morning to announce the DNA tests had arrived in Panama.
I am not the boy’s father.
How do I feel? I feel everything, happy, sad, proud and ashamed. I am still all confused.
A couple of notes. First, on the power of Group-Think. Francisco, my wife, her dad and I met at the buffet at the El Panama. While he was away loading up on shrimp, Don Homero told me “Paul, you do not need a DNA test, he is your son, I am sure.” Homero wanted it to be true, so did I, so did Francisco. We all reinforced each other and came to the wrong conclusion together.
Next, I did not handle this well. In my fog of belief, I took the young man out shopping for school supplies, on a tour of the canal and some other things. We established a bond that now cannot be. I should have remained more calm and detached.
He has finished his trips to the dentist (he had been opening beer bottles with his teeth) and of course I will pay for that. I also have to pay the lawyers to cancel some legalisms I ordered started in a fit of enthusiasm. I will also pay for the rest of Francisco’s school year at the private high school I got him in. That seems only fair.
I have also asked my lawyers to have his mother break the bad news to him. She was even worse than me in building the kid up. It will be hard for him, but the truth is the best way to go.
I appreciate everyone’s kind words on the previous two threads on this subject.
I am going to bed. Sleep helps sort out one’ s thoughts.