Off The Record
While Her Mother Enjoys Herself At Parties, I Have To Raise Someone Else’s Child
I fell in love with a pregnant woman and offered to help her raise the child, but she chose to ignore her obligations and enjoy herself instead. Years after she left me, she came back to do something unimaginable.
Molly and I met at college. She never gave me any attention, even though she was the most gorgeous female I had ever seen. We became good friends, but Molly would frequently hang out with the most popular males, mainly those on the school’s football team.
She was happy and an excellent learner. Even if my affections would never be reciprocated, it was simply wonderful to have a friend like that. She eventually began dating the team’s captain, Tanner. I always felt she could perform better, but he wasn’t your average cruel jock.
After a few months, Molly came to my house in tears. Almost instantly, Tanner had broken up with her and begun dating another female. She had truly loved him, but I did my best to console her. A month or so later, she made a life-altering discovery.
“I’m pregnant, Mark,” she informed me.
“What?” I let out a breath. It was unbelievable to me. “Have you already told Tanner?”
“Indeed. He has no desire to interact with the infant. Since he won’t be a father any more, he told me to get rid of it,” Molly said.
“What a fool! It’s unbelievable that he would so flagrantly avoid his obligations! How will you respond?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. Although I’m at college, I don’t want to part with it. I am unable to be a single mother.” She sobbed, “My parents are going to murder me.”
“I’ll take the initiative. I’ll assist you in raising the child, and we may get married.” Without second thought, I proposed, “You won’t be alone.”
“You can’t be asked to do that. I apologize, Mark.” Molly apologized, “But I don’t think I’ll ever feel that way about you.”
“Don’t be concerned.” That isn’t the point. I went on, “We’ll get married so that you won’t be a single mother and no one will look down on you.” I couldn’t let Molly go through this alone, even though it sounded absurd to me.
“Are you certain?” Still wary of this crazy notion, Molly said, “That’s a lot to ask of a friend.” Later that week, we visited the courts after I reassured her that I was serious. It was a brief event, and two of our friends were witnesses.
I did my best to support Molly during this pregnancy. Since we were both college students, it was challenging, but we would work things out. With each passing day, my excitement about being a father increased.
Molly, however, was not so excited. She missed being able to hang out with her pals and experience typical college life, and I could feel that. But she had to make many sacrifices as a mother. When Amelia was finally born, she was the world’s most beautiful baby.
I instantly fell in love with her and became her father. Molly adapted to motherhood better than I had anticipated and adored Amelia too. Since Amelia resembled her mother exactly, no one realized that she wasn’t mine, and we grew into a lovely little family.
Molly, however, became less and less enthusiastic. Molly sobbed after putting Amelia to bed when she was five years old. “I can no longer do this.” “I lost it all!” she exclaimed.
“What are you discussing?” I questioned her.
“I lost all of my youth. I should never have had a child!” Molly went on.
“Please, Molly. Amelia might be able to hear you.” The next room is where she is! I said, barely lifting my voice.
“I’m not interested. I’d like to get out of this.” She shocked me by saying, “I’m filing for divorce, and I don’t want to see any of you again.” Molly had already packed her bags and departed from us forever when I asked her to pause and consider this.
When I got to Amelia’s room, I found that our daughter had overheard the whole disturbance. “Mommy went out!” she exclaimed.
“Your mother needs some time apart since she is going through a difficult period right now, baby. I reassured her that she would return shortly.”
Regretfully, Molly never came back, thus I was left a father alone. Amelia would weep nearly every night a year later, and it was more difficult than I could have ever imagined. However, we both eventually adapted to living alone. I would stop at nothing to support my daughter, who was the source of my happiness.
Molly frequently updated her social media accounts but never called. She was living the collegiate life she had long missed. With her former college sorority buddies, it was party after party. Looking at those photos made me feel terrible.
How could she leave her kid to go out and enjoy herself? There was no forgiveness. It hurt even more to see that she and Tanner had reconciled some years after her abandonment. This man abandoned her when she was at her weakest and refused to defend his child.
I had no choice but to move on, yet Molly chose to re-enter our life at a time when we were prospering. “What do you mean by wanting Amelia to return?” When Molly unexpectedly arrived at my place, I asked.
“I want my daughter, Molly, to live with me.” At last, Tanner is prepared to meet her. “She’s her dad,” she remarked casually.
Her father is not Tanner. Her father is me. I responded in a contemptuous tone, “I raised her all these years, especially when you abandoned her.”
Don’t do this, Mark. If I have to take you to court for custody, I will. That’s my kid. I’m engaged to Tanner. Molly went on, “She will finally be happy with her real family.”
I tossed Molly out of my house and said, “I’ll see you in court then.” By that time, Amelia was nearly a teenager and could see how anxious I was. Since most judges support the mother, my attorneys suggested that we resolve the matter out of court.
However, how could a judge support Molly following her desertion? Amelia’s birth certificate included my name, and I saw her grow up. Her only father was me. Our fight was hard, and Molly’s attorneys were tough. However, Amelia’s testimony sealed the deal.
She pointed to me and remarked, “I only have one father.” “My mother said she regretted me and departed many years ago. I’m not interested in living with her.”
Fortunately, despite my lawyers’ predictions to the contrary, the judge paid attention to my young daughter. He granted me exclusive custody, with Molly receiving weekend visits. Amelia and her mother were able to establish a friendship after I urged them to forgive her.
Every day, however, she informed me that I was the greatest father anyone could ask for.
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