We broke up when I got pregnant. He said he couldn’t understand how a woman my age could get pregnant. He blamed me for the pregnancy so he could walk away. I cut my losses and let him go, but we agreed that we were going to raise the child together.

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We spelled out the rules and established the boundaries. When our child was a little over a year old, he got married. He didn’t shirk his responsibilities because of that. He paid child support promptly and even paid extra whenever it was needed.

We never met in person. We only talked on the phone. Our child fell seriously sick and was admitted to the hospital. I was so scared because I had never seen our child that weak and immobile before. I called him and told him what was happening. He wasn’t in town, which made the situation even worse for me.

God being so good, the child got better and was discharged. When he returned from his trip, he asked if he could visit since he hadn’t been able to see us at the hospital. I said, why not?

Before I realized what was happening, I was picking up my clothes and ‘dross’ from the floor. It all happened so fast that neither of us had time to think about the repercussions. The child was sleeping in the hall, so I left him there and went into the bedroom.

I swear, ovulation is a curse. No one can tell me otherwise. The fact that I agreed to let him in shows how far ovulation can go to embarrass you. I had spent years avoiding him, only for him to show up and for me to fall into it like that.

It was funny, sad, heartbreaking, and everything bad at the same time. When he was leaving, I didn’t even have the courage to walk him to the door. Now I’m here thinking about what our relationship is going to be like now that I’ve disgraced myself this way.

—Nina

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