When I left off with the story, I was awaiting the birth of my son.
On the morning of February 11th, 1999 I was admitted to the maternity wing of the local hospital to induce labor due to a horrendous rash I had developed. I did not inform Sperm Donor #1 (that’s what I will refer to him as from this point forward) that I was going to the hospital and did not feel I needed to until things were moving along.
After enduring hours of being on Pitocin and not seeing much progress, the nurses were contacting my physician to get permission to release me. The moment the nurse walked in the room to tell me they were sending me on my merry way, I sat up in bed and my water broke. That’s when I decided I should probably give Sperm Donor #1 a call and let him know his son would be gracing us with his presence soon. When I made that call he informed me that he was only coming up to the hospital if his new girlfriend could join him. Seriously!? Did he really just ask me that??? You bet your ass he did! I, of course, told him no. He was welcome to be there when his son was born however she was not.
Needless to say……he did not show.
My beautiful little boy was born at 6:59 the following morning and I was kind enough to inform Sperm Donor #1 within a half an hour that his son had arrived. I, again, informed him he was more than welcome to come meet his son but reminded him that his new girlfriend was not on the invitation. Apparently, he didn’t get that memo because when he finally showed up over an hour later, he walked into my hospital room and there she was…..right behind him….the new girlfriend. Yep. That’s how I met her. Hours after giving birth, in my hospital gown in all that sweaty glory, there she stood holding my newborn son. (Imagine my anger!!!!!)
I can tell you this. I did get more revenge that day. Sperm Donor #1 was shocked that 1. I had given my son a completely different name from what we had discussed months ago. 2. I had not given my son his father’s name as his middle name and apparently broke family tradition. and 3. My son had my last name, not his father’s.
As far as I was (and still am) concerned, he is MY son. Yes, I said it….MY SON!
Needless to say, Sperm Donor #1 did not stick around at the hospital very long. He did however return later that night by himself. He immediately addressed the issue he had with my son’s name. He was not happy. At one point he told me that I had given my son a ‘fag’ name. Yes, those are his exact words. This came right out of his mouth as he is sitting there holding my newborn baby boy.
Not even 10 minutes after he makes this inappropriate comment in regards to my son’s name, he goes on to tell me…..
Sperm Donor #1: You’ll never guess what I did?
Me: What?
Sperm Donor #1: I bought her a ring and asked her to marry me.
Me: Get the hell out of my hospital room and don’t ever plan on coming back!!
And yes, that’s exactly how it went down. This S.O.B. got engaged to a woman he knew for 2 seconds and decides to announce it to me less then 24 hours after I had just given birth to his offspring.
Bastard.
Coming Friday: The Battle that is Establishing Paternity & The Drama that is The Jenny Jones Show
Look, again with the no tact!
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wow. sperm donor #1 is a super guy. sheesh. that other woman sure got a keeper there.
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Hello from BlogHop! I am following you now, you are very brave. I
dont know if I could put it all out there like this.
Hyla
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Annie, this isn’t the first time I’ve heard you tell this story… but it is the first time Iit made me want to go find him and castrate him and find her and ask her what the hell she was thinking of butting in on a time like that. As dumb as he was for bringing her, she should have known better as a friggin chick. Wow, the guts on some people.
So here I am, angry at 10:15 am and it’s your fault. lol Oh well, that just means I’m a good cousin.
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Makes you wonder what the lying, cheating, poor excuse of a Sperm donor bastard said to this girl doesn’t it? Sly one…
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Ouch…this is a little painful…okay, here goes. To be fair, he didn’t tell me about her. At all. We started dating (and yes, his car was repo’d, phone disconnected, etc….don’t ask me why I didn’t RUN the other way!!!) and he didn’t mention her for about a month!!! When he finally did tell me about her, the story I got was “There is this girl who is kind of like a friends with benefits kind of friend who’s pregnant. She says the baby might be mine, but it might be this other guy’s too…she doesn’t know. If it IS my baby, I just want you to know that I AM going to be a father to him, and if you can’t handle that we need to end this right now.” Wow. I was needless to say – blown away!!! Part of me wanted to run, screaming. The other part thought that he sounded really stand up for taking his responsibilities seriously because family is so important to me. I agreed to stick in it. When the baby was born, he INSISTED that I go to the hospital with him. I told him I didn’t think it was right. He said that he needed me there, and that if I was going to be in his life, or if this WAS his child, in his son’s life, that I would do this with/for him. He assured me that because they had only been “friends with benefits” that it wouldn’t bother her in the least. I felt like the biggest ass in the world! I’m sure I’ve been less comfortable at other times in my life…but I can’t remember when! As he held his child, he said to me “this is NOT a (fill in his last name here)” He got VERY upset about his name (first, middle AND last) and I asked him “what do you care if you don’t think he is yours?” to which he replied “I’m sure she only did that because she didn’t know who the father was.” He had a way of saying things and convincing you that it was true, and I guess if you WANT to believe someone, it’s easier to swallow their lies. At this point we were only dating for 2 months (I KNOW! WHAT was I thinking???) and got engaged later that week (although he had already bought the ring and planned on proposing and obviously told her in the hospital the night baby was born). All I can say is that I never would have gotten involved with him had I known what he was really like…but I can’t say that I’m sorry that I did, just like she can’t. We got the only good things that he had to offer, and I love them with all my heart! Bonus: a couple of good friends
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