“That’s still my baby” Yeah, she was, even if he came to visit your daughter just to see you.

You and Chris were the perfect example for those who were not careful with protection, and who should have started using even fucking two if necessary. After a simple and banal hook-up that unfortunately you both felt the need for, the sight of that positive test managed to break down all your walls of certainty. Your life had such a sudden crash that you didn't even have the courage to react and do something.

But over time, you learned to be the mom you always dreamed of being; even if maybe with more years. The problem in the whole story was him. You weren't together, but his brain was firmly convinced that you were since you had given birth to another person. He was toxic. You didn't want him. You hated that he was using your baby as an excuse to have you fully.

“You always said I had to be a father, didn’t you? And now you’re stopping me from doing it?” Victimhood wasn’t something that would get you, not at all.