I got pregnant by a married man with three kids. He swore he’d leave his wife, but one night she called and asked to meet. She brought their children. Her daughter looked at me and said, “You’re not the first.”
His wife, Maysa, wasn’t angry—just exhausted. “This isn’t the first time,” she said, “but you’re the first to get pregnant.” I realized then how deep his lies went.
When I confronted him, he admitted to two other affairs. I stayed for a while—scared to raise a baby alone—but eventually, I walked away. His daughter later texted, “Thank you for not falling for it again.”
I moved to a new city, had my son, Sami, and didn’t put his father’s name on the birth certificate. Maysa later wrote that she’d left him too.
Now, I run a small blog for single moms. People ask if I regret it. I regret the pain, but not Sami. He’s my beginning.
If you’re in something that makes you hide or doubt yourself—walk away. Love shouldn’t live in the shadows. Choose yourself first.
