Thirty-two years ago, I fell in love with a wonderful man, who was married with a young daugter. David never lied about his situation; he had married , as you did in those days, because his girlfriend was pregnant. We spent a few months together, then it all got too much and we agreed to end it because he loved his daughter and couldn't cope with losing her. I met another man, Harry, and got married, although it was never a match made in heaven. However, David and I couldn't bear to be aprat and continued to see each other. After a couple of years, we decided we had to go our separte ways again. At this stage I had one child (a boy) and David had two daughters. I continued to live in a loveless marriage and went on to have another son. After a few years, my marriage to Harry became too much to bear, and we divorced. The divorce was traumatic beyond belief. My ex went on to re-marry but he tragically died at 60. What he never knew, nor anyone else, was that my elder son was not his, but David's. Up to this day, writing this on this webpage, only David and I knew this. I did not hear from David for 30 years but two weeks ago he made contact. Now 63, he lives at the other end of the country and just wants to know how his son and I are doing. He has spent sometime trying to find us. There is no hidden agenda; he is happily re-married and I am living with a lovely man who has brought up my two boys as his own. David simply wants to know how his son is. There is no denying that we have always loved each other and always will but this is not about us. It is about wheather we tell my elder son that the father he knew (Harry) was not his real father. That means that his brother is only his half-brother and also that he has two half-sisters (David's daughters). What a tangled web we weave! The irony in all this is that my ex-husband died of an inherited disease, and I know the boy's worry about contracting this awful illness. So, of course, I would love to tell my oldest that he won't but where does that leave his brother? Despite all the woes of their early lives, they have done tremendously well and studied to become outstanding doctors. I am extremely proud of what they have achieved, They are devoted to each other, and as I was adopted, they are the only family I have. Should I confess to them and tell the truth, and risk losing their love and respect? How is David's family going to cope with the news? Dear God, guide me.