Dear Amy: Fifty-five years ago, when I was young and stupid, I had a child out of wedlock and placed the baby up for adoption.
Fast-forward to now. I am married to a different man and have a 48-year-old daughter and a 38-year-old son and two grandchildren.
My husband knows about my indiscretion, but it never comes up in discussion.
Sometimes I struggle with the question: Do my adult children have the right to know that they have a half-brother somewhere? My gut tells me no: “Let a sleeping dog lie.” “Why open up a can of worms?”
I know my husband would definitely be against telling our kids about this. We are elderly people and just want to live peaceful lives.
Did I just answer my own question? I’m wondering what you think.