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When I read the story, I laughed and asked why he didn’t start the story from the beginning. But I know why he didn’t start from there. People will share their stories from the point where they believe they did the right thing so others will sympathize with them. Since he intentionally hid the beginning of the story, let me do you a favor by starting from there.

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I dated him for four months and found out I was pregnant. I was working as a technical engineer for a construction firm when I met him. We were both working on a project in a town we didn’t even know existed until we got there. I was mostly lonely, so I found friendship in him. We spent most of our free time together until one day we got intimate. We had our first intimacy before he even proposed. I won’t claim to be a saint. I loved him, so I gave myself freely and cheaply.

Right after our first intimacy, he proposed and we got things going. The project finished four months after we had started dating, and we both went back to our respective towns. That was when I found out I was pregnant. I was very disappointed in myself, especially because the relationship was that young and it was with a man I met on a job site. I told him and his first expression was shock. He asked what I was going to do and I said I was going to think about it. Maybe he thought I was going to say I would get rid of it, so when I said I was going to have it, he asked, “Are you sure of what you’re saying?”

I answered, “We are not that young. We can even do something small before the tummy begins to show.” It took him two weeks before he came to tell me he wasn’t ready to marry, but he wouldn’t force me to do what I don’t want to do. In his words, he said, “If you want to keep it, then so be it.”

In his story, he said when he told me he wasn’t ready for marriage, I cut him off. That’s a huge lie from the pit of hell. He told me he wasn’t ready to marry and I said, “That’s ok. I also can’t force you to do what you don’t want to do, but I will be here whenever you’re ready.” I said this hoping one day he would be ready and I would be the one he would marry.

After this conversation, he was on and off with me. Even when I told him I would want to announce the pregnancy to my parents while he was there, he told me he had projects to be on and wouldn’t have the time, but he would come home after that to present himself. I did the announcement alone and faced all the questions alone. When my parents asked about the man, I told them we would marry right after the baby. They were disappointed in me, but I gave them something to hold on to.

I was six months pregnant when I heard he was getting married. The painful part was the woman he was getting married to. I knew the woman. He denied having anything to do with her when I questioned him. My heart was aching. I was looking for someone to talk to, but there was none.

I called him on the phone. I was expecting him to lie about it, but he said, “I’m sorry you had to find out this way. I was planning to tell you in a more dignified manner.”

I promised him I was going to cause chaos at his wedding. I told him I would appear with white eggs and schnapps and curse him. He saw the pain in my voice and decided to do something about it.

His family came over to have a conversation with my family, paid compensation, and told us they would come officially when the baby was born. In his story, he said they came to claim the baby when he was born. That’s a lie, or maybe he had forgotten the sequence of events. They never stepped here when the baby was born.

I did the naming ceremony all by myself with my family and friends. He came over with his dad when my baby was three months old. I told them, “I can’t take care of the baby all by myself and I would expect him to send child support monthly.” His father retorted, “Oh, that should not be a problem at all. He will do that.”

He would send money this month, and the next one would be three months later. I virtually had to call and fight with him before he would send the money. Along the line, I lost my job. Because I was a new mother with no support in the house, I gave excuses often. When we had to travel outside for a project, I had to excuse myself because I had a child at home. I got a lady to help me. I brought a cousin to also help, but I either couldn’t pay them well or they did a bad job, so I had to let them go.

Eventually, my company let me go. That was when I found content creation. I started because I was lonely and needed to find something to do with my hands. I started selling through videos. I started going live to sell. I started sharing my story long before our baby could say “Mama.” I shared my pregnancy journey, how to deal with pregnancy as a single mom, and how to do life as a mother without the support of your family. All the while I was doing this, he was out there living his life without any care for us.

This continued until our baby was five years old. And then one day I decided enough was enough, so I reported him to DOVVSU. After going through the process, everything was made official for him to send support monthly and also pay half of my rent because the child was with me. I never knew I was even entitled to all that until we got there. He has paid half of my rent just once, but he’s here telling the world he pays my rent as if it’s something he does every day.

Now to the part where he says I’m creating content with our son. He started doing this when DOVVSU forced him to pay child support. It was his way to get at me, and I realized it right from the start. He doesn’t have any interest in taking our boy. He’s just shouting wolf where there’s no wolf.

I started creating content with my son by accident, and it started just this past February. I was doing a live on TikTok trying to sell my Valentine products when the boy walked in holding a red bra I was selling. He said, “Mom, your bra is on the floor.” Those on the live with me laughed, so anytime I was live, they asked about him. I no longer hid him. When I needed to show a product to my audience, I would ask him to bring it. When I did a storytime, he sat in with me. When I did cooking videos, he would be in the kitchen helping and making a joke out of himself.

My son is not an active participant in my content, but my followers know him very well because he’s always out there with me. P.K. texted one day threatening me, “Take the boy out of your videos or else I will also send you to DOVVSU. I can’t be paying all that money and you will be there making money out of him.”

I didn’t even respond to that message until he called again insulting me and calling me lazy. “Go and look for a job and stop relying on me for your existence. Take him out of your videos. He’s not the one you’re going to use to gain coins from your followers.”

I was recording the conversation, so immediately the call dropped, I went live and played his voice to prove to him that it’s not only my son that I could make coins from, but I could also make coins from his voice. That was what angered him to the extent of sharing his story here.

Is There A Man Out There Who Doesn’t Cheat?

P.K., I’m daring you today to do your worst. But let me promise you, you can’t get to me in any way. Do you think the coins you send at the end of the month are the reason I survive? Find a therapist because I’m going to be creating a whole new content series with the boy. I want to see you do your worst!

—P. K

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