A Moment Of Weakness
I have a long-distance girlfriend who I love very, very much. However, I recently gave into a deranged request. My single and 10 years older than me roommate asked me to impregnate her because she desperately wanted a baby. A baby bank would have cost her thousands of dollars which she didn’t have. She promised that she wouldn’t tell anyone who is the father.
I had previously said no to her hitting on me, but she begged for a baby so many times that I finally gave in. It’s the right thing to do, right? Nothing can go wrong, right? Well, she is pregnant now and the realization slowly starts to sink in that: I will have to lie to the love of my life for the rest of my life or that I will have to tell her—but I know for sure that she will leave me then.
Someday there will be a young guy or girl asking who his/her dad is. My flatmate will say my name, and then I will get a call, 16 or 18 years from now, no matter where I am or who I am with or whether I have children of my own: “Hey, I’m your child. You’re my dad. You knew that. Why were you never there when I needed you”? But that’s not all.
My roommate feels lonely and constantly tries to cuddle/sleep in my bed with me/sleep together/spend time together, all of which makes me feel like a horrible cheater if I do it and like a horrible person if I don’t do it. Until I have enough money to move out this will always make me feel bad. I will feel guilty for the rest of my life. For the rest of my goddarn life.