When you are little you think about what your future will be like. Aside from the unrealistic and unhealthy dreams of $300,000 weddings… a lot of little girls grow into adulthood with these timelines of how they want their life to go. Out of all the women I’ve met in my lifetime around the same age as me, the general timeline goes a little something like this:
- 21: Graduate college
- 24: Get married
- 25: Buy a house
- 26: Have first child
- 28: Have second (and also last) child
These timelines can really fuck up their sense of self when things aren’t going as their timeline had planned. I know a lot of these girls were at 27 and still dating with no Prince Charming in sight. This is when the panic starts to set in as they worry about their biological clock ticking.
I could never relate to these timelines. For some reason – my timeline ended at “graduate college”.
Why did I never worry what came after that? I never thought of myself as being a career driven woman, and I also never thought of myself as being a married woman with two kids. I never pictured a wedding and I never pictured myself as a homeowner.
What the hell are my dreams? Why did I set no expectations for the way my life was supposed to go?
I’ve said it in the past but to reiterate, the man I wake up to every morning is my end game of all my past hopeless attempts at true love. I’ve also said in the past that this true love of mine, despite what his ex-girlfriend claims, is very unlikely to impregnate me based on what doctors have told him. Having no expectations for future the idea of never having children didn’t crush my soul so we could live happily ever after.
Sometimes things change.
A few months ago I went to an urgent care clinic to get some medication for a UTI. After doing the whole routine of uncomfortably peeing in a tiny cup – the doctor came in the room to ask me if I was aware I was pregnant. The thoughts that went through my head went like this:
- I didn’t even miss my period yet…
- I had unprotected sex with him for 8 months and I haven’t gotten pregnant despite coming from a family of extremely fertile women
- He was told by three specialist he had a .001% chance of getting anyone pregnant
- Am I excited?
- This means that bitch is probably pregnant with his kid
- I wonder how he will take this news
- …I need to get prenatal vitamins
I think we were both happy about the news – but in a somber way. The idea of actually having a family was so exciting. The downfall was the reality of the first child that would be due in a couple of months. Up until now, every month that went by and I wasn’t pregnant, gave us such a great hope that his ex-girlfriend was full of shit.
Well as far as she is concerned, this entire pregnancy he has tried to stay in contact with her for updates. In case that child is his, rightfully so, he wants to be a part of his life. She has been a bitch to his inquiries, but responsive nonetheless.
Fast-forward to now, the baby is born. She sent him a picture and told him he had red hair (just like my boyfriend), but refused to let him visit, and stopped responding to his inquiries. Her entire family blocked him on Facebook, and the last thing she said to him was:
“You have absolutely no rights. He is in no way yours and I am not obligated to share anything with you so please leave us alone.”
She also refuses a paternity test to be administrated. To say we are confused on our end would be an understatement. To be continued?