I fell in love with a pregnant woman, promising to help her raise her child, but she chose to have fun and eventually abandoned me. Years later, she returned to do something unimaginable.
I met Molly in college. She was stunning and often surrounded by the popular guys, particularly the football team. Although we became friends, my feelings for her were unreturned. Eventually, she started dating Tanner, the team captain, and I always felt she deserved better.
A few months later, Molly came to my house in tears. Tanner had broken up with her and quickly moved on with someone else. I tried to comfort her, but she was heartbroken. A month after that, she revealed life-altering news: she was pregnant.
When I learned that Tanner wanted nothing to do with the baby, I was furious. He urged her to terminate the pregnancy, which made me even angrier. Molly felt lost; she was in college and didn’t think she could handle being a single mom.
Without hesitation, I offered to marry her and help raise the baby. I didn’t care about my feelings for her; I just wanted to support her. Molly hesitated but eventually agreed, and we went to the courthouse with friends as witnesses.
We managed through the pregnancy, though it was challenging. I was excited to become a father, but Molly seemed increasingly unhappy. She missed her carefree college life. When our daughter, Amelia, was born, I fell in love with her immediately, and I embraced my role as her dad. Molly adapted better than I expected, and we formed a little family.
However, as the years passed, Molly’s discontent grew. When Amelia was five, Molly broke down and said she couldn’t do it anymore. She felt she had lost her youth and decided to leave, shocking me completely. Despite my attempts to reason with her, she packed her things and walked away, leaving me to care for Amelia alone.
I became a single father, which was harder than I imagined. Amelia cried often, missing her mother, but we eventually adjusted. Meanwhile, Molly enjoyed her freedom, frequently posting about her new life on social media, and it broke my heart to see her partying while I raised our daughter.
Years later, I learned Molly had rekindled her relationship with Tanner, the very man who had abandoned her when she needed support. Just when I thought we had moved on, Molly returned, demanding Amelia live with her and Tanner, claiming they were ready to be a family.
I was furious. I had raised Amelia all these years, and I was her true father. Molly threatened to take me to court for custody, and I felt trapped. My lawyers advised settling out of court, but I knew that Amelia belonged with me.
When the court date arrived, Amelia testified, saying I was her only father and that she didn’t want to live with her mother, who had left her. The judge listened, granting me full custody while allowing Molly visitation on weekends. I encouraged Amelia to forgive her mother and build a relationship, but she often reminded me that I was the best father she could have.
From this experience, I learned two important lessons: appreciate what you have, and recognize that some responsibilities require significant sacrifices. Molly threw away her family, only to discover that she couldn’t easily reclaim it.
My Father Went Fishing with His Friends and Forgot My 18th Birthday
Ryder’s 18th birthday should have been a milestone celebration, but the absence of his father left him feeling deeply disappointed. Learning that his dad chose a fishing trip with friends over spending time with him only added to his heartbreak. However, what happened next led Ryder to see things in a new light. Let me introduce myself—I’m Ryder, and I recently turned 18. Before I dive into the story of my birthday, let me share a bit about my life. Things were pretty normal until I turned seven. That’s when the arguments between my mom and dad began. I didn’t fully understand what was happening at the time, but I could sense the tension. By the time I was eight, my dad was gone. I remember clearly the day my mom sat me down and explained, “Ryder, sweetie, your father won’t be living with us anymore. But you can still see him whenever you want, okay?”My heart skipped a beat.
“But why, Mom? Did I do something wrong?” Mom’s eyes welled up with tears, but she smiled gently. “Oh, no, honey. You didn’t do anything wrong. This isn’t your fault at all.” “Then why is Dad leaving?” I asked, desperate for answers. She took a deep breath. “Well, sometimes grown-ups just can’t live together anymore. Your dad and I tried really hard to make things work, but sometimes things just don’t turn out the way we hope.” “Can’t you try harder?” I pleaded, not ready to accept the reality. She pulled me into a hug. “We did try, Ryder. For a long time. But sometimes, the kindest thing we can do is to live apart. Your dad and I will both always love you, and that won’t ever change. We just won’t be living in the same house anymore.” And just like that, my parents were divorced. After the divorce, Mom took a job as an elementary school teacher, working tirelessly to give me a good life. I’ll always be grateful for that. But my dad? He became like a ghost in my life—always busy with work, friends, and his hobbies, especially fishing. Every weekend, he’d vanish with his buddies to go fishing, even when Mom reminded him that I’d be visiting. Despite everything, a part of me still longed for his attention. I wanted him to notice me, to be proud of me. So, I spent years trying to win his approval, hoping that one day he’d realize how much I needed him. But I was wrong. As my 18th birthday approached, I thought maybe, just maybe, he’d show up this time. Turning 18 is a big deal, after all. I planned a small party with Mom and a few close friends. I even texted Dad about it, and his reply gave me hope: “Sounds great! I’ll try to be there.” The day arrived, and Mom went all out—decorating the house, baking my favorite cake, and even surprising me with a new guitar I’d been eyeing for months. Friends started arriving, and the house was soon filled with laughter and excitement. But as the hours passed, there was still no sign of Dad. I kept checking my phone, hoping for a message, but there was nothing. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to call him. When he finally picked up, I could hear the sound of waves and chatter in the background. “Dad, it’s my birthday,” I reminded him, trying to hide the desperation in my voice. “Oh, right. Happy birthday!” he replied casually. “I’m out on the lake with the guys. I’ll catch you later, okay?” I hung up, feeling tears blur my vision. I rushed to my room and hid there until Mom found me. She sat beside me, putting her arm around my shoulders. “I’m sorry, honey. You know how he is.” “I know,” I whispered, trying to stay strong, but inside, I was shattered. The days after my birthday were a blur. I pretended everything was fine, but inside, I felt invisible. Dad’s absence reminded me that I wasn’t important enough for him. Then, a week later, Dad called. He acted as if nothing had happened. “Hey, I got you a gift,” he said. “Want to come over and get it?” Part of me wanted to tell him to forget it, but another part still held onto that sliver of hope. So, I agreed. When I arrived at his house, he greeted me with a smile and handed me a long, mysterious package. As I unwrapped it, my heart sank—it was a fishing rod. “What do you think?” he asked proudly. “We can go fishing together sometime!” The fishing rod wasn’t just a poorly chosen gift; it was a symbol of his absence, a reminder of the very activity that had taken him away from me. “Thanks, Dad,” I forced a smile. “It’s… great.” He didn’t seem to notice my lack of enthusiasm. “I figured it was time you learned the ropes. You’ll have fun!” He then suggested we go fishing the next weekend, but I knew I couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine. “I… I can’t come next weekend, Dad,” I said. “I’ve got plans with Mom.” He frowned for a moment, but then his smile returned. “No worries, we’ll find another time.” But I knew we wouldn’t, and for the first time, I was okay with that. As I left his house holding the rod, I realized it was time to let go of the fantasy and accept the reality. I couldn’t keep chasing after someone who couldn’t be there for me. Over the next few months, I focused on the people who genuinely cared about me—my mom, my friends, and most importantly, myself. I threw myself into my music, practicing guitar for hours, and began helping Mom more around the house, grateful for everything she had done for me. One evening, as we were doing dishes together, Mom asked, “Have you heard from your father lately?” “Nah, but it’s okay. I’m done waiting for him to show up,” I replied. She looked at me with a mix of sadness and understanding. “I’m sorry it turned out this way, Ryder. I always hoped…” “I know, Mom,” I hugged her. “But I’ve got you, and that’s more than enough.” As time passed, I learned that my worth wasn’t tied to Dad’s attention. I found strength in the love and support around me and realized that sometimes people won’t be what you need them to be—and that’s okay. The fishing rod still sits in my closet, untouched. It serves as a reminder, not of what I lost, but of what I gained—self-respect, resilience, and the ability to let go of what I can’t change. What would you have done if you were in my place?
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