This is an I-Heart podcast.

Guaranteed Human. I banned my girlfriend from the house after I got a paternity test that proved that she cheated and was pregnant. Am I the A-hole? You know, I'm going to go out on a limb here. I don't know if you're an A-hole. I don't know. I think she should go to the other daddy's daddy's place. How about that, daddy? There. How about that, daddy? Because I ain't yo daddy.

My ex and I have been the game. of the other daddy's daddy's place. How about that daddy? How about that daddy?

Because I ain't yo daddy.

My ex and I have been together for two years.

It was rocky for the last couple months when she lost her job and just seemed to refuse to look for work, just living free in my house, causing me to financially support us both.

I also suspected she was cheating on me.

Even more yikes. And eventually,

I broke up with her and she left to live with her parents. A few weeks ago, she comes knocking on my door to let me know she's pregnant with my child. Oh, no. She's practically beaming

with glee. Yeah, just like, I have your child, which I guess one could be excited, but I feel like there's a little... I feel like the circumstances are... Yeah, something's fishy. I agreed to let her stay with me again. As my home would be a healthier place to stay as her mom smokes like a chimney and refuse to stop smoking inside when you found out her daughter was pregnant. What? Why? Why? Why can one of these mother-laws be normal? I didn't want to subject my child to that, which is totally fair. Yeah. Yeah. We want a healthy child. The one caveat to this arrangement being we would go in a couple weeks to get a paternity test done. She very happily agreed, which, okay? Seems initially good. Yeah.

Her reaction actually washed away some of the fears I had about her possibly cheating on me.

So she lives with me for a couple weeks and we go and get the test done.

We find out the child is not mine.

No.

And like a switch is flipped.

I honestly no longer care about that kid anymore and tell her to pack up or shit and get out of my house. Hey, unborn baby, you fetus. Get out of here. Get out of here. I don't care about you. Not going to feed you. That's right. Go feed us and me. This was a week ago. She moved her stuff back to her parents' house, but is staying with a friend to avoid the cigarette smoke and other problems there.

She, her friends, and even a few of our mutual friends, are texting and messaging me about how I'm a terrible person for doing that to an innocent child.

That I have plenty of room in my home and I should just help her out.

I feel like I've been through the emotional ringer these past few months and I've been through every emotion I'm capable of feeling. This man is actually, he's been through a lot. Oh, he really has. Yeah. And it doesn't like, like, I mean, she kind of built this, this terrible situation for herself. She broke the trust and had a baby with another person while they were in a relationship.

Like, come on.

And he's been through a lot of emotions.

I mean, from realizing it was possibly a father to the betrayal I felt when her cheating was

...