Being a son of an illegitimate father

Some of the reasons why I do not like extra-marital affairs. My father was an illegitimate child. The only son from an unwed mother who had a hidden relationship with a man of a family. My father wasn't recognized by the family. My grandma raised him in several different places without a permanent home. Raised only from several other aunts, my grandma left him over there to strive work on another side of the country. My dad told me before he died that not all his aunts wanted to raise him like their own kid because he really isn't their full blood. He never had a temporary stay at one place of his own relatives. He had to transfer through somebody else's help. He raised his own. It's a good thing he can tolerate it. My grandma didn't say anything about this to me, up until now. She doesn't want to tell anything that she failed so many things to my dad. Once my grandma told me she got married but went out of her new husband's home because her husband was jealous of my dad that almost cut off my grandma's finger. I saw the scar. An immovable finger that might've cut off the veins since. My father told me he tried to take several jobs since he was a kid to raise his own...up until his college graduation. She met my mother without any blessing from my grandma...that's why the neverending conflict is still there, with me to narrow up the space between them both. My father died early when I was 14. There were still some unfinished payments regarding our house loan and almost sold it out of my father's ailment at that time. Our family doesn't know what to do. I also got to get to work in an early age for the food rations of our family. My mom hadn't had work and asks any nearest relative to help us out. She asks for his father but he didn't help her because he too didn't bless them on their marriage. My mom and dad were runaway couples. Her sister and her brother were not close to each other. My mother tried to seek help from any relatives from my father's side. My grandma wasn't asking anything. My father's relatives (cousins) were arrogant. His close cousins were nowhere to be found and maybe had a new life with their new families. Heck, they didn't even recognize that my mom was their cousin's wife. They're not giving my mom help. We didn't have anybody to seek help.

It takes a miracle to save our family. It took 7 years to at least raise us up again, and the only way was for my mom to marry a new husband. Although my grandma didn't do much of anything to help us, we siblings still raise her in our home...without my mom staying with us. It only takes weekly visits to my mom as we need always to stay home to take care of my grandma's sudden diabetes and heart ailments...and paying some of the old debts from several people we borrowed money.

For the love of God, we survived. But I will never ever let a mistake created by my grandma or my mother be repeated again in myself nor with my siblings.

If you all can try to avoid having affairs and illegitimate kids, do it as much as possible. I was the aftereffects of such mistakes, and it's a tough life to stand out being a first-born son of an illegitimate parent.