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My husband said I cheated and our biracial baby isn't his, then somehow it got even worse.

I'm always just like concerned with how it could get worse, but somehow they always get worse.

My boyfriend asks for a paternity chest of our child.

As soon as the results come and show that he is the father, I'm leaving him.

Damn, bro. You just got his car. I'm a new mob to a baby boy who is my pride and joy.

And though it's been a roller coaster adjusting to taking care of a baby, the past few months have been great, tiring, but great.

I have a boyfriend of three years who is the first person relationship-wise that I've ever

loved and I thought that we were doing great as new parents and also as partners.

You thought you were doing great, but those first two sentences, it might be a little hiccup.

On Friday, he came home and just straight up

asked me for a paternity test

to prove the baby is his.

Why did he suddenly ask that?

There must be a reason, right?

Just like that.

It was completely out of the blue.

Just as I was putting dishes away,

he asked for one like he was asking me

what was for dinner.

Babe, babe, do you mind, you know, like after you're done stacking the dishwasher,

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