Baby daddies are usually at the bottom of my dating list. I don’t have anything against them, but I prefer dating someone who will experience parenthood for the first time with me if we end up getting married. However, things haven’t been going well for me in the love department, and I found myself giving a baby daddy a chance. I convinced myself that if he was a father, he would be more responsible and serious about building a relationship. I was gravely mistaken.
I’m usually good at going with my gut feeling. It has never failed me, and when I met Francis, I sensed that something was not right. I chose to ignore the feeling since I had been single for nearly two years, and I felt like I was being overly selective.
“Here’s your delivery,” I said as I handed him a bottle of Johnie Walker in a brown bag.
I ran a liquor store nearby, and that was how we met. He placed an order, and since I was closing the shop, I decided to do the delivery myself.
I didn’t pay much attention to him, but he seemed shy. When I delivered the bottle of alcohol, he barely said a word to me. However, the eyes never lie. He looked at me like he had seen the gates of heaven.
Later that week, I got a text from him reading,
“Hi, it’s Francis, the guy you delivered a bottle of Johnie Walker to last Friday. I just wanted to tell you I think you look really beautiful, and I would like to be friends.”
I smiled, knowing that he had wanted to talk to me that day, but he was too shy to do it.
We talked briefly and made plans to meet on Friday.
“Do you prefer coming to my place or should we go for drinks somewhere?” he asked.
“I can come to your place since it’s close to where I stay,” I answered.
Normally, that wouldn’t have been an option, but I chose to do the opposite of what my gut was telling me. I was so confident that I had control of the situation that I trusted myself too much.
I got to his place on Friday evening, and the enjoyment started immediately. He had already ordered wine for me but insisted that he didn’t drink.
“You don’t drink?” I asked him several times.
“Yes, I stopped a few years ago because it was becoming a problem.”
In the back of my mind, I knew that was a red flag, but I convinced myself it was a green flag. I drank the first glass as we engaged in a spirited conversation. We talked about everything from childhood memories to football. Somehow, he forgot to mention that he was a father.
We were intimate that night and he invited me to stay at his place longer.
“My place is your place,” he said.
Within a week, I had moved half of my clothes to his place. I was basically living with him as his girlfriend, and he didn’t complain. In fact, he encourages me to bring more stuff. It made me feel good since I struggled with commitment in my previous relationships. Having someone claim me as his girlfriend so fast was a real confidence booster.
After two weeks, he started opening up about his past life. He finally let me know that he was a father of two.
“Two children?” I asked, visibly shocked.
“Yes, with two women,” he added.
Things went from bad to worse, but I was so love-drunk that I couldn’t see how bad things were. As soon as he revealed he had two baby mamas, his true colours started to show.
First, he used to brag about how he didn’t talk to any of his baby mamas or take care of his children. I felt bad since I was living the good life with him, yet I knew there were two women out there who were struggling to raise his children.
However, leaving him was easier said than done. It was hard to walk away from the life that was provided. In two months, there was a visible difference in my appearance. I had gained some weight and changed my wardrobe style since he used to give me a good allowance.
Luckily, I wasn’t too love-drunk to risk having a child with him. I would make up excuses and go back to my place every time I was ovulating.
After three months of bliss, he finally did something that was a deal-breaker for me. We were relaxing in the living room when he received a call.
“Let me go and pick this. I’m coming back,” he alerted me.
“Sure,” I responded without thinking much of it.
He was gone for nearly an hour. When he came back, his phone rang again. He picked it up while he was still sitting next to me. I heard a woman’s voice on the other side.
“Who was that?” I asked once he was done with the call.
“My brother’s girlfriend.”
“Do you talk to your brother’s girlfriend for an hour? What was she thanking you for?”
“She needed some money.”
I snapped. I didn’t even care whether he was lying or not. What angered me the most was that he was generous with everyone else except the mothers of his children. It finally hit how bad of a father he was.
“So you can send money to other people’s girlfriends, but you can’t send any to your baby mamas?” I asked.
“Why would I take care of people who aren’t in my life?”
“You are their father. It’s your responsibility.”
We argued about the issue for several hours, but it was clear that I wasn’t going to change his mind. I packed my things while he was away and went back to my place.
He tried to convince me that he was going to be a better father, but I realized that Francis was simply a master of deception. He used his innocent look to make people lower their guard. Now, I’m wary of innocent-looking men too. Dating has become ten times harder. Regardless, I promised myself I would never ignore my gut feeling again.
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