I became a single mom in college. Every man I dated since then disappeared when they discovered I had a son. But then, I met Glenn and decided to keep my child a secret until my child showed up at our wedding and taught me a lesson.
“I’m pregnant, Hans. We’re going to be parents. Isn’t it wonderful?” I revealed this to my boyfriend, Hans. He was my T.A. at the University of Richmond in Virginia. He was handsome and treated me like a princess.
I already pictured us getting married, so, I wasn’t upset when I discovered my pregnancy. In fact, I was ecstatic and couldn’t wait to tell him.
“What? Are you crazy? No! That baby can’t be mine! You have to abort it!” he screamed at me.
“Hans, darling! We can’t do that. It’s our baby. We made him or her out of love!” I wailed.
“No! I’m not going to be in his life. This is your problem. Goodbye!” Hans said and left. He quit the university and never answered my calls. When I told my parents, they disowned me.
But I couldn’t get rid of my baby. I loved it already. A few months later, I gave birth to Simon. I lived with a kind roommate, Sara, who didn’t mind having a baby around. But still, it was hard managing school and work while caring for a child.
But I did it. I graduated, got a better job, and Simon would be starting school soon. Everything was going as well as I could hope as a single mother. Well…except my love life. Every single man I dated since Hans recoiled when I told them about my child.
One man named Terrence told me it was alright until I introduced him to Simon and wanted to get more serious. He ghosted me afterward. That’s when I decided not to tell anyone about being a mother until I knew the relationship was solid.
I understood his point and decided to hold off on telling him about Simon once again. A few more months went by, and he popped the question unexpectedly. I agreed immediately but grew worried about Simon. Then my wedding day came and I still hadn’t told Glenn about Simon.
“You’re not going to tell him about your child?” my mother questioned me when I begged her to babysit him on that day.
“I’m sorry, Mom. You don’t know what it has been like for me all these years. Every man runs away when they find out I have a son already. I can’t tell Glenn the truth until we’re married,” I explained.
“Darling, he’s not going to like that either. A relationship needs trust and honesty,” my mother reasoned.
“Please! I’m begging you!” I pleaded. Finally, she agreed.
The plan was that Dad would walk me down the aisle, and then he would leave to take care of Simon so that Mom could join me for the rest of the party. That way, they could both attend the wedding.
We had a lovely honeymoon and returned home. Glenn and Simon bonded almost immediately. I discovered I was pregnant only a few months later, and we had a girl named Julianne. Then Glenn adopted Simon officially and was the best father in the world.
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