The testimony of Marjory, mother of a 3 and a half year old girl

“With my daughter’s father, we met on the internet in September 2011. I fell in love with this young man (I’m three years older than him). We dated in October 2011: a true fairy tale despite the distance – I was in the North, he in the Southwest. In January 2012, I learned by chance that I was pregnant (despite the pill), although it had not been long since we were together. We had already discussed the subject because I wanted a second child, but he refused the idea, because he was too young (he was 26 at the time) and did not feel ready. When I tell him, it’s a shock: he doesn’t want it. He thinks that this child is not his and that I cheated on him. He is adamant: if I keep him, he leaves, if I abort, he stays. Even though I loved him more than anything, I couldn’t see myself not keeping this child of the man I loved. He asks me for time to think. I tell myself that it’s a good sign, that he will change his mind. Well no, after several weeks of silence, he has the “courage” to leave me by text, telling me that this child is not his, and wishing me good luck for the future. 

Here I am devastated. I just lost the man I love, but I have no choice, I have to fight. Two and a half months pregnant, I find myself a solo mother, and am also hospitalized for a major respiratory problem. I miss losing my baby. But I am not giving up. I must hold out, for my first daughter, but also for this unborn child. What a horror to be alone without the dad by my side! I gave birth on August 11, 2012, to a little princess, as beautiful as her daddy. Two days after giving birth, I send her a message with the photo of her daughter, as well as her weight, height and first name. But alas, no reaction. 

I then decide to send him an invitation, but once again, radio silence. So I give up and devote myself to my children. On July 30, 2013, a little before her daughter was one year old, I decided to send her an email telling her that I didn’t blame her. And to my surprise, he replies that he has thought about us a lot, that he wondered if we were okay. He wanted to see his daughter a few days later, and I accepted. I was finally going to see him again, and my daughter would finally get to know her father. 

We saw each other one day, I was in heaven. I was secretly hoping we would get back together. Then again radio silence. He only saw his daughter again in August 2014… I ended up asking him an ultimatum: either he assumes his daughter in order to be able to see her, or he gives up and I bring her up alone. Two months have passed. And then, miracle: we got back together in November 2014! It was he who took the initiative by kissing me on the station platform one day when I came to see him with the little one. He told me that he never stopped loving me, but that he was lost, that he needed to take stock. It will be a year in July that we live together. I do not regret anything, except the time of my pregnancy without him, and the first year of his daughter when he was not there. But if I had to go through all these ordeals again so that we were together again and my daughter had her father near her, I would. Because I love her more than anything in the world, and seeing my daughter growing up with her daddy is priceless! “

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