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My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more relationship stories.

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And this story comes from a throwaway account from the relationship

advice subreddit and says, how do I 27 female tell a one night stand 30s male that I have

his kid, one male? Okay, to keep it simple, my son's baby daddy was a one-night stand. He was a trucker who got snowed

in, we met at a bar and hooked up. Didn't exchange contact info, I was just bored, lonely,

and temporarily insane from the pandemic, and was being risking stupid as shit and didn't bother

with protection. Love my kid though, no regrets there. Glad I didn't get an STD. When I realized I

was pregnant, I thought long and hard about it and decided to keep him. Thanks Catholic guilt.

It's not strong enough to stop me from having sex, but strong enough to stop me from gaining

an abortion, lol. Joking, I love my kiddo and I kept him because I wanted him. I make a decent

living. Child support would help, but we can get by without it. I didn't expect to ever see the

baby daddy again, and I was okay with that. Kiddo has my last name. I didn't know this. I was fine with

being a single mom and dealing with everything myself. To be honest,

some of my friends have shit baby daddies and they and their kids are better off without them.

I feel like kiddo and I are better off on our own than trying to add someone to the mix anyway.

At least that's what I told myself. But my friend who works at the gas station just happened to see him.

She knows his name and race and saw his name on his ID.

The nosy ass made sure to confirm it was the same guy and asked if he remembered me.

Ask for his number on my behalf and passed it on to me.

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