My boyfriend is married, has two children, and is living the happily-ever-after life. I didn’t know this until some months ago when his family was ordered by my family to come and see us. The thing is, I got pregnant for him.

It happened the first time I went to his house to see him. He was my first too. He didn’t demand it. I gave myself freely to him because I had been starving him for a long time. And when I did, I expected some form of withdrawal or outburst from him. Rather, he would let it go and tell me that whenever I was ready to go down that hill, he was here too.

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Also, he went out of his way to shower me with love. He’d take me out on dates, spoil me with the things I needed. He was responsible and very mature, and to add the cherry on top of the cake, he was extremely good-looking. He was the type who seemed to be really proud of me. At first, he took me nearly everywhere with him. To add that he didn’t ghost me after our first intercourse made it the icing on the cake. I had heard a lot of stories my friends and classmates used to share about their horrible first-time experiences. I didn’t have that.

The following month, I started feeling different, and just to clear my head, I decided to get pregnancy out of the list of things that could possibly be wrong with me. It turned out pregnancy was already what was wrong with me.

I am in the university. Of all the things my father was expecting me to bring home after four years, a child wasn’t one of them. So I called him in fright to tell him. We spoke at length, but it all ended with him being firm on terminating it. He said he had a child already and didn’t want another one until he was married. After the call, he even sent me money to go through with the process.

I didn’t. I refused because I feared the consequences. He later called to tell me that after learning I didn’t go through with the process, I was on my own. Then he blocked me too. I had no other way to reach him.

It wasn’t until my family sent messengers to his place that I even learned of his marital status. He told them that since he was aware of the pregnancy but had told me to terminate it and I refused, then I was on my own.

“As far as I am concerned, she is not pregnant for me,” he said.

After a lot of back and forth, it was agreed that he would take care of us regardless, since it had already happened. He has bought everything we need to start this journey, but he won’t even stand to speak to me for five minutes, as if he is disgusted by me. Our love wasn’t supposed to end like this.

I am sitting here regretting everything. I’m due next month, yet I’m still shaken. I know I love my unborn child, but sometimes I feel some kind of way towards the baby. I’ve fallen into depression, and I feel that if the baby hadn’t come, I’d have been happy. I understand why I feel that way.

My father too has stopped all forms of communication with me. I can understand why. But what I can’t understand is why Eric did this to me. He lied to me and built a road full of lies. Then he stopped talking to me.

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I honestly didn’t know that the father of my child was married. If I had known, I would have left. I need advice. Did I make a mistake by keeping my baby? I’m confused and really depressed.

— Princess
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