Telling the baby’s father I am pregnant; he was dumbstruck

I had to master all my strength and confidence to face my hardest task yet: telling the father of my baby that we had a child. He was the first love of my life and I did almost anything for him. Our relationship had lasted one year. He was my prince charming, with all the qualities I felt would make a nice husband. Ironically the day the baby was conceived was the very day we broke up. We quarreled about our relationship and parted ways. I was devastated: we tried to remain friends but there were so many issues, that I decided to cut him out of my life completely and this caused us to dislike each other, so we stopped communicating altogether.

When I saw him my legs felt like jelly and I thought of running back home

The day I decided to tell him about our pregnancy I was very nervous but I knew that whatever his decision I would keep my baby. I called him up one morning and we agreed to meet later that day. When I saw him my legs felt like jelly and I thought of running back home. But he deserved to know and I owed it to my daughter to tell him. Due to our cold relationship there was no time to be pretentious. As soon as I sat down next to him I cut to the chase. ‘I’m six months pregnant with our baby girl.’ I blurted. It sounded so odd. I felt a great relief though at the same time very unconventional. Is this the way it happens? Is that really how women tell it to their men when the unthinkable happens? Strangely, I had practiced a speech of reason, hope and love in front of the mirror about twenty times, but that was practice not reality.

Who is the father because it can’t be me?

He was dumbstruck. He recovered quickly and asked all the stupid questions I had not expected like, ‘…are you sure? When did it happen? Who is the father because it can’t be me?’ I told him I was keeping the baby but I was giving him a chance so that our child would have the opportunity to relate with him and know who her father was.

Sadly he refused to take responsibility but that did not bring me down. At first he said that he needed time to think about it, but seemed confused and unsure about the whole fiasco. As far as I am concerned I tried and that was his last chance to be in my life and that of my daughter.

Now he wants a paternity test but I do not think there is any point. I have gotten this far without him, and it is such an insult for him to ask me to go through tests when I know without a doubt he is the father of my child.

He no longer communicates and I do not think I will ever want to get back with him.

END: PG 2/4