That's exactly what happened...
My bio mom and my dad grew up together in Little Rock when they were real young. My mom moved around alot, to Michigan, to Houston, and when she was 15 she moved to Sacramento. When she got outta high school she left Sac and went back to Arkansas, where she ran into my dad again, and they started dating, got married in '87, and got pregnant with my brother...
My dad joined the Army in February '88, and was sent to Missouri for basic training. My mom went back to Sac while he was in basic, and after basic, my dad was assigned to Fort McNair in Southwest DC as his first duty station. Both of them confirmed to me years ago that they made plans on her and my brother joining him in DC when he got settled...
My dad went to Sac at least three times on leave to come see mom, who was living with my grandma at that time. Now, their stories get different on who did what and why, but my mom did cheat. My mom became a Blood in high school and in the late-80s my bio dad and uncles, who are Bloods from a different neighborhood, started kicking it in my mom neighborhood and they smashed. But like I said my dad would come to Sac on leave, so when he found out mom was pregnant, he believed I was his...
I was born in Sac in June '89, sometime after my birth my mom was in Arkansas, but without my brother or me and my dad's sister and some mutual friends saw her. My dad was in DC and didn't even know she was in Little Rock, so when that happened, he questioned her, and ultimately she admitted it on some "you did this shyt to me" type shyt...
They tried to reconcile, she went to DC and she got pregnant with my younger brother, who was born in August '90. Dad thought my little brother was his too, but was hearing all kinda shyt. He came to Sacramento in June '90 because she told him the baby was due in June, and when he got there, some nurses pulled him to the side and told him the due date was way out and my mom was trying to force them to birth the baby. So my dad choked her out and almost got arrested, said he thought about killing her right there in her hospital bed...
My little brother was born with my dad's name too, but ultimately his dad was one of her flings in Little Rock. After the hospital charade my dad filed for divorce, but they didn't officially get divorced until like '94, I think. My little brother was born in Little Rock, then brought back to Sac, and all three of us lived with my grandma while my mom ran the streets. My little brother's grandma in Arkansas filed papers claiming him at some point and for a few years there was this messy situation because my dad was fighting for custody of all three of us, but he was in DC, my mom was in Sacramento, and my bro's grandma was in Arkansas, and this was also while there was divorce proceedings going on...
So yeah, she initially passed me off on my dad before admitting that I wasn't his. My bio dad wasn't a deadbeat, he wanted to be around and apparently he was in my infancy, but he got locked up when I was around 6 months old, I think that bid was a 6-year bid, and was in and out for a minute, and I didn't see him again until I was 22, first time I could physically remember seeing him was when I was 22 even though him, my mom, my uncles talk about him being there at my birth...
Neither of my fathers know each other, never met. My bio never knew my mom was married or even had an older child. When my step found out I wasn't his, he asked about my bio but I guess around that time he was already headed to the pen...
DAMN...
I KNOW 1ST HAND MILITARY WIVES AINT shyt BECAUSE IVE BANGED A COUPLE MYSELF.
NAIVE BROTHERS STAY SETTING THEMSELVES
UP FOR FAILURE GETTING MARRIED
WHILE IN THE SERVICE.
YOUR POPS IS A GOOD nikka
AND YOU SHOULD PUT WHATEVER YOUR STEPMOMS DID IN THE BUSHES
WHEN IT CONCERNS HIM.