I had been friends with Tina since I was a little girl. We lived in a small town and went to the same school. But already in our teens we started to drift apart, even going out in different groups. Before we always shared everything, but in grade 8, at most, we just said hello and cheated together on homework.
In 9th grade everyone found out that Tina was pregnant. I of course tried to find out who from, but an old friend refused to tell me. When she was five months pregnant, her family moved to another city. There she gave birth, finished night school, and entered a technical college. After that I didn’t speak to her anymore. I tried to keep in touch, but she made it clear that she didn’t want to communicate.
And my life wasn’t standing still. I finished school and moved to the capital. I went to university there, and I only came home for vacations. That’s how I met Christian one day. He was always considered the most handsome guy in our town, and frankly, I liked him since high school, but I was still a kid, and he was three years older than me.
So he started courting me. Of course, I couldn’t believe in my happiness, but I pretended as if I didn’t care. So we started dating and later married. We had been married for almost five years. Recently, we went to visit his parents and on the native streets I met my ex-girlfriend. I was happy to see her and said hello, and she just blurted out:
– So, how are you living with the father of my baby, my Matt?
I was dumbfounded by such a question and did not even know what she meant. It turned out that Tina had gotten Christian pregnant in ninth grade. It happened rather strangely, after a disco where a 15-year-old girl shouldn’t have been at all.
Christian had fairly wealthy parents, but he didn’t want to get married, which is why their parents agreed that no one would know who the father of the child was. They had to pay a tidy sum of money for that. Tina decided to have the baby herself and her parents supported her.
I told her that we had a wonderful family and that the situation had nothing to do with me. It was hard for me to digest what I had heard, so I decided to talk to my husband about it only the next day. I spoke calmly, without accusations, and he told me everything.
It turned out that he had been drunk and had never wanted to meet Tina. After that he never saw her again. He is not in touch with his son, because they agreed about this right away. Of course he thought about his son and wanted to see him, but he never had that opportunity.
I listened to him and told him that from now on he should help Tina financially and see his son from time to time, if she didn’t mind. Since then, Christian sends them a certain amount regularly, and sometimes we take Matt to our house for a few days so he can play with our Mila and be with his father.
What would you do if you were me?
