Two years after the divorce, I find my ex-husband and say, "I'm pregnant, and the baby is yours." He sneers, "What kind of baby would stay in your belly for two years?" For a moment, the air is still. "It's really your baby," I insist. "If you're looking for a stepdad for the baby, find another man. I'm not interested," he frowns. I stay silent for a few seconds. "Fine, then I'll find someone else." 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.
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