Saturday, July 9, 2022

My Wife and I Lied About Our Son’s Death. Can I Come Clean if She Won’t?

I decided we must tell the truth.

A few years ago, my son died from an accidental overdose when he took a fentanyl-laced pill. When we got the autopsy report, his mother (we are divorced) wanted to keep the cause of his death a secret. I was reluctant, but in the throes of grief did not make a stand for the truth. We lied and said his death was due to a bad heart.

Recently, I read an article about the plague of fentanyl overdoses, and it broke my heart (again); I decided we must tell the truth. My son's sister agrees. But his mother and stepfather prefer to maintain the lie.

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I believe we are morally obligated to speak out, even if belatedly, because it may save another family from tragedy. I am ashamed it has taken this long. Can I ethically go public with the real cause of my son's death when his mother and stepfather are against it?

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