I received a call from my ex late one night. Seeing the time she called, I thought something was wrong. We hadn’t spoken for over six months. I picked up and asked what the problem was. She responded softly, “Nothing is wrong. I’m just missing you. I’m here thinking about all the good times.”

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We ended up talking about all the things that went wrong and what we could have done to prevent the situation. At one point, she said, “Aren’t we talking too much? Should I come over, or is there someone else there with you?”

Less than an hour later, she was knocking on my door. As soon as I opened it, she jumped and hugged me. I didn’t have time to think or ask any questions. The next moment, we were taking our clothes off. A few minutes later, we were picking our clothes up off the floor. I thought she was going to stay the night, but she got dressed and told me she had to leave.

She disappeared into the night, and I didn’t see her again until she knocked on my door weeks later to tell me she was pregnant. I was like, “Huh, what did you say?”

She said she was just letting me know but that I didn’t have to do anything. While I was arguing my innocence, she stood there smiling. She said, “It’s okay, whatever you think. I’ll keep it.”

She walked out the door, and I haven’t seen her since. Her family said she travelled but wouldn’t tell me where she went. I contacted her on Facebook, but she blocked me. Currently, I have no way to reach her, let alone see her. I don’t even know for sure if she was serious about the pregnancy or if she was playing a joke. And if she was serious, was the pregnancy really mine, as she claimed?

This is what keeps me awake at night. I know nothing for certain, so I can’t prevent it or prepare for it. She has a habit of reappearing out of nowhere, so I’m scared that one night she’ll show up with a baby in her arms, calling it mine. I want closure. If it’s mine and she wants to keep it, that’s fine, but I need to know and be mentally prepared for the future. But now that I can’t find her, what can I do to put my mind at ease and live a normal life? This situation is slowly eating me away.

—Francis

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