He Left And Never Looked Back
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“I had a college buddy whose fiancée was pregnant. They were the ‘perfect couple,’ both had just over a year with great careers starting out, everything was butterflies and rainbows. Fast forward to the delivery room, they’re in there and out comes a very black baby. He’s quite the pale redhead, and she’s a blonde/blue eyes Texas girl. He made sure everyone was ok, waited for her parents to arrive, and left without saying a word.
He moved all his stuff out of the house while she was in the hospital, and cut off all communications with her, just walked out of their lives in the most stone-cold act I’d ever seen. They were together for nine years, and he just left cold turkey. She tried to contact him at his job a few times, but he quickly moved up the ladder at work and eventually got a job in another city. He told me once that he took solace in the fact that her family had already dropped about $10k in a wedding that never happened.”
A Daily Reminder Of The Betrayal
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“I know a girl who was pregnant with her boyfriend’s best friend’s baby. He found out there was a possibility about a week before she gave birth. I went up to see her once he was born and he looked just like the friend, there was no question. I broke the news to her boyfriend and he was absolutely devastated. They did a DNA test right after he was born. The baby was the friend’s.
His parents were heartbroken and super angry. They had bought the girl everything she needed, including a $500 car seat/stroller set. She refused to give anything back. She started up a relationship with the friend immediately after having their child, and they’re still together a decade later. But the kicker for me has always been that the boyfriend and best friend were next door neighbors.
She moved into his house after coming home from the hospital. So her ex-boyfriend and his family had to see them basically every day raising this child that they had believed to be his for the entire pregnancy. I can’t even imagine.”
It Gets Worse And Worse For This Guy
“A good friend of mine was out of the country on an emergency with his work and I ended up bringing his wife to the ER when she delivered their third baby.
My friend and I are best friends and all of us went to high school together and I had no idea his wife was unfaithful. However, I was in the delivery room as she didn’t want to be without anyone there.
The baby came out straight up Asian. I knew, the OB knew, the nurses knew, everyone knew. I just walked out the room. All I could hear was her wailing saying her marriage is over and the nurses quickly picked up on why she was crying. I called him and told him the news, he explained to his work that a true emergency was at home so they chartered him a flight home and he filed for divorce right then and there.
During the divorce, it came out that out of their three kids, zero was my friends. It didn’t just mess my friend up, it messed up the kids as well because they knew him as their dad.
The Court tried to make my friend pay support for those kids who weren’t his because ‘they became accustomed’ to it and the dad abandonment was borderline criminal. He had no biological attachment.
Family courts are so biased against men. My friend spent a fortune fighting it out of principal and eventually won. It emotionally ruined him and now he doesn’t trust women. He won’t go on dates or anything because of it. I cant say I blame him but that is beyond messed up.”
A Father In Denial
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“A distant cousin of mine definitely has children that do not belong to the father. She was adopted as an infant as her mother was an addict. She struggled with some developmental issues and has a low IQ compared to most, but can still live on her own with little to no issues.
She (a white woman) married a Latino guy (really dark brown skin) several years ago and they had a son together who has dark hair, dark skin, and dark eyes. He is easily identified as their son. The real trouble happened years later. Her husband, who we’ll call Javier, has some IQ issues of his own. Just a little slow when it comes to tasks and reasoning. Anyway, Javier is in the military and gets deployed internationally for about 6 months. When he comes home, his wife is 4 months pregnant – you do the math. He still believes the baby is his own though, even after it’s born with pale skin and blonde hair & blue eyes.
If that wasn’t bad enough, it happens AGAIN two years later with another baby. Same blonde hair and blue eyes. Everyone knows she slept with a different man (it was actually her high school boyfriend), but Javier still thinks the children are his. It’s kind of sad, but at this point, there’s not much you can do. He has raised the kids as his own.”
The Quick Reaction Was Unwarranted
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“My brother’s work friend is from an Eastern European country and came to the USA many, many moons ago and started his family here. One of his sons meets a nice girl, they plan to get married but life happens and then more life ends up coming out of them. The whole big family is excited about the new baby, father-to-be is absolutely ecstatic, they have a small marriage ceremony before the baby is born, yadda yadda.
The delivery time comes and out pops this little boy who is about 50 shades darker than either parent and the new dad absolutely loses his mind. In his heartbroken rage, he accuses his new bride of cheating on him, disowns said child and rages right out of the delivery room, leaving new mom all alone with her mountain of shame.
This guy returns to his family and continues his hate-filled rampage and exclaims to his family that his witch of a wife had cheated on him because the baby looked nothing like him in skin tone. The family is shocked, never would have believed this sweet young thing would do that to their son, absolute shame and misery all around.
Well, sitting in a dark little corner of the room, little tiny grandma chirps up and has a story to tell.
Apparently, back in her glory days, during some war or another, she had a great summer with a French soldier. A black French soldier. She got knocked up and he got sent home and back then you kept the baby and hoped your family didn’t murder you before you could abandon it somewhere. She ended up meeting her husband shortly after getting knocked up and things just progressed as if it was his child and wouldn’t you know, the little thing popped out white as snow and she breathed a sigh of relief because this was going to be the easiest lie to keep ever.
So this poor idiot has been carrying around this super melanin gene his whole life and knocked up his wife and it decided to all come out on his sweet little boy who he now has to go crawling back and reclaim.
Thankfully, the whole family went with him to the hospital, old grandma had a picture of her old fella as proof and husband and wife were reunited.”
She Tried To Go Through The Whole Office?
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“About a year ago, a new girl began working at my office. We shared some mutual friends, and though I had never met her, I knew who she was. Appearance wise, she is just my type.
I also knew, from first glance, that she was trouble and I should stay away. At 29, I’ve only had one really long relationship (that ended in infidelity when my ex-went to a Chippendales show in Vegas for her 25th birthday — for those curious, she ended up sleeping with a Chippendale; I don’t consider going to a Chippendale show infidelity).
Unfortunately, this coworker is the type of girl that commands, and demands, attention and the longer I went without introducing myself or shooting a glance in her direction, the more she began to pursue me. In addition to avoiding the game for a couple of years prior, I was also in a tough state mentally due to a few losses in the family, and more vulnerable than I would normally like to admit.
Cue about a month into her beginning to work here, and me ignoring her finally got the best of her. One afternoon she approached my desk, asked why I hadn’t introduced myself, and proceeded to type her phone number in my phone, call herself, and insist that we needed to grab drinks that night. I knew better, but I am nothing if not a doltish man, and I accepted the invite.
The next 3-4 months were without a doubt the most chaotic of my 29 years of existence. The highs were high, but the lows were low. I came to learn that she has a storied history of ex-boyfriends and, per her mother, who is by pretty much any standard, a fabulous human, she was diagnosed with a borderline personality disorder. As much as I’d like to admit I ran for the hills, I didn’t.
Our relationship came to a crashing end after a week-long trip to Mexico. I’d seen enough of her style of crazy and couldn’t deal with it anymore. She immediately began ‘dating’ one of my coworkers, who also happened to be my office best friend, and while I was ready to move on, I can’t say I was incredibly excited about her choice in her next suitor. This suitor also happens to be married, with three children.
Me and many others at my office had long held the suspicion that the two of them were fooling around. Both of them, on numerous occasions, insisted 100% that this was not the case and that I am absolutely crazy for entertaining such an idea.
Fast-forward about 35 days and the news hits that she is pregnant. I don’t think I slept more than an hour for a week. Unfortunately, based on all information available, she became pregnant sometime between the last two days we were in Mexico, and the first few days she got back when she was already sleeping with an aforementioned coworker – 50/50 shot for both of us.
Pre-Natal paternity testing has come a long way, and as early as a couple months into pregnancy a mother can get a paternity test, at no risk to the baby. To determine who the father is simply takes a blood test from her arm. These tests are expensive, but I do alright financially, and my debt obligations are limited, and as such, I was happy to shell out the $1500 for a test to determine who the dad is.
Unfortunately, this girl doesn’t operate like a normal human being and wasn’t interested in letting me, or the other potential candidate(s) get a test done.
During this time, the potential father (my former friend) left his wife 3-5 times, who on and off took him back, with the realization that he had cheated and may be the father of this child that was about to be born. He finally came to the same realization that I did, that the pregnant woman was crazy and has since begun to mend things with his wife.
For nine months I have waited for an answer, and on the 5th of June, the child was finally born. I let her know that should she not allow me to have a paternity test done at that time, I would simply file a court subpoena to determine paternity.
Her game was over, and she finally let us take the test.
I held the belief the entire time that no matter the results, it would be the best day of my life. I can gladly announce that I am not the father, and while I wish no ill-will on my coworker, he is confirmed to be the dad.
Through the months I learned more details about a lot of ugly things that went on behind my back, and the results of that test have reinforced my belief that there is some element of karma existent in the world.
Unfortunately, there is a child involved, and he is who will suffer most.
Bonus Fun Fact — She named the baby the exact same name as one of his other sons. He now has two sons with the same name.”
Sometimes, The Nurse Are Happily Wrong
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“My wife and I are both brown skinned dark haired half-Mexicans and our moms are both 100% white blondes with blue and green eyes.
So we sort of knew it was a crapshoot with our baby, but the nurse who was assisting with delivery had no idea. At one point she gets sort of nervous and calls for help and another I guess more senior nurse came in and nodded and came over to talk to me.
I thought there was something wrong with the baby as she comes over and stumbles through some questions; so I was the father and no one else was coming, etc. Then finally she awkwardly asks if either of us happened to be blonde growing up.
I said yeah, I was and both the baby’s grandparents are blonde as they come, and this wave of relief came over her and she brought me over to see this blonde crowning baby head.
It’s funny because he looks just like me if you applied a gringo Instagram filter. We often get awkward questions about his heritage and my wife always hits them with ‘Yeah we’re not sure if he’s mine.’
It’s always funny to see people nod for a moment and then go ‘Wait what?'”
This Is The Downside To DNA Tests
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“A coworker’s aunt just found out her dad wasn’t actually her dad.
So she was really big into genealogy and had mapped out her family tree as far as she could go. She took one of those Ancestry DNA tests about two months ago, and her father’s side didn’t line up with what she was expecting. In fact, she didn’t recognize a single name that she was matched with paternally. She casually asked her dad if he knew any of the names, and he recognized the surname of the maintenance man at the apartment complex where he and his wife (aunt’s mom) lived shortly after they had gotten married. Claimed he was a lousy repairman who always flirted with his wife, etc.
Aunt’s mom had passed away a few years earlier, so she decided to not tell her dad the news.”
This Woman Really Got Around!
“My great granny grew up and lived in a very bad/poor area of a city near a military base around WW1 AND WW2. In order to make ends meet, she sold her body out to the men on base. Our understanding is that she was very good at her job and therefore very popular with all the military men around.
She did not care what you looked like or your skin color as long as you paid. Her first husband finally figured out that she was the infamous town ‘woman of the night’ when her first kid came out very obviously mixed. They got divorced and she found a second husband that didn’t mind it at first. One white child and two mixed babies later, they divorced.
Repeat with 2 out of 11 known living kids being 100% white and a total of 5 husbands, as well as several boyfriends and fiancés, walking out on her. Stories are that the hospital staff used to make bets on how soon she’d be back and what mix (black, Native American, Asian, Hispanic, etc) the kid would be that time.”
A Defeated Father
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“So apparently my mom and ‘dad’ were on a ‘break,’ so she had a one-night-stand with a dude she JUST met at a party. Later she tells my ‘dad’ that she’s pregnant with his kid, so they get back together so he can support her.
I was born pretty dark because my bio dad was Native American. The nurses made comments about me being a dark baby but I guess ‘dad’ attributed it to the bit of Native American in my mom, even though she’s very pale skinned.
Anyway, this being Oklahoma, of course my ‘dad’ marries her to do the right thing. A little later my brother was born (definitely my dad’s kid) and not long after that they had a fight and she drops the revelation on him that I wasn’t his. No idea why it wasn’t more obvious or was he in denial.
Both of my brothers are red-headed, light eyed, and pale skinned with freckles. I popped out the womb with dark hair, dark skin, dark eyes, no freckles. Even the nurses were like ‘What a cute Native American baby!’
During the divorce (when he had known the truth for a few years) he fought for me, along with my brothers, and eventually got custody of all of us. He planned on never telling me but eventually, my mom’s loud-mouthed, complete trash sister decided to let me know during an argument to be petty. That was probably the first time I really saw my Dad cry. He’s had periods of not being the best dad, but overall I ended up getting all my most defining traits from him. His commitment to a decision, his strong work ethic, which was how he showed love, and his strength to keep moving forward despite constantly getting MESSED UP by any woman he trusts. I think he’s done looking for love. It makes me sad because he really deserves it. Maybe if my mom had been a better person he would have had a chance at that. He did get remarried but the only thing worse than a horrible mom is an evil, narcissistic stepmother.”
A Very Bizarre Series Of Events
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“A friend and his GF were on again/off again and she got pregnant. She swears it’s his, but he wants a paternity test. He moves in with her and her Mom, she has the baby and take the test. The test takes a while to come back, but meanwhile, he and his family are over the moon with the baby and kinda forget about it. Later he mentions it to GF’s mom one day and she says ‘oh yeah, she didn’t tell you? Came back a while ago, totally your baby!’ Awesome, all is well! A few months later they’re moving out and he finds the test in a box, it’s not his baby.
He left but tried to stay in the baby’s life. She wouldn’t let him.”
It Shocked A Whole Crowd
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“My best friend was dating a girl and knocked her up. They got engaged and planned to get married right after the baby was born. There were about 10 of us in the waiting room waiting for her to crank out the baby. It was essentially her parents (his were in another state), some of her friends, and some of ours. After sitting there for about 2 hours, he walks out with a smirk on his face and says, ‘Let’s go.’ We all thought something horrible had happened. Her friends ask how the baby is, and he said, ‘Fine. But black.’
He motioned for us to go, so we followed him. In the parking garage, he tells us to follow him to his apartment, then sends me a text asking if I could put him up for a while. We literally moved him out of his apartment and into my spare bedroom in like, an hour, tops.
Her parents didn’t know who to be mad at. The confusion on their faces when he told them the baby was black was priceless.”
The DNA Test Is Never Wrong
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“My brother’s friend was in the army and had a quickie wedding with a woman he had been dating for a few months, she’s white American and he’s white Hispanic, the baby came out black. Until the results came in she was adamant that the baby was his, she even went to the extent of claiming he was getting her depressed and suicidal and was a bad father because he wouldn’t claim ‘his’ child. The results came back and while she said the baby was his, the paternity test revealed that was a lie.
She thought she was going to stay with him for that Army money.”
One Text Message Changed Everything
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“In my early 20’s my girl was pregnant. We had a house picked out, family and friends were sending us gifts and cards. I was along for all of the doctor visits, and ultrasounds, and checkups, and everything. This was my kid, we were in love, I had no questions.
Then one day I saw a very suspicious message pop up on her phone and (against all of my normal behavior) I looked at it. It was from a guy she had cheated on me with. After a paternity test that they both paid for, we learned the truth and it wasn’t my kid.
I immediately cut all ties, and haven’t maintained any contact. My life is so much more fruitful and wonderful, and I’ve cherished my independence in ways I simply couldn’t before. It was a major happy ending, but boy, am I glad I looked at that phone.”
One Nurse Broke The Rules To Deliver The Truth
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“My (ex)girlfriend delivered a baby while I was in the delivery room, and turns out it wasn’t mine.
She was 16, I was 15. All along I was under the impression that this kid was mine, and time to be an adult. I took all the classes, read the books, worked every night/weekend to save whatever money I could as a 15-year-old. I finally get the call that she is in labor, so I have somebody rush me to the ER. Luckily for her, it wasn’t a long labor, only about 6 hours, but there was a complication. The baby came out with the umbilical cord wrapped around its neck. The doctor assured us it was going to be OK, but the nurses were prepping for things to go south.
The baby comes out, it’s a light shade of purple, and the nurses immediately take the baby and put on the smallest mask you have ever seen, to help it get oxygen I guess. I was too panicked to ask a lot of questions. They state they need to keep the baby on watch overnight, so I stay in the room with the ex.
The next evening, the baby is back in the room with us, and all seems well. My ex is asleep, and the same nurse from the night before comes into the room and beckons me out. She states that at risk of her losing her job, she has to break some harsh news to me, that kid is not mine. She stated that while at this stage it wasn’t obvious, over the next few weeks it would become clear this kid was mixed, and since both of us were white, it was a high probability that it wasn’t mine.
Queue a mixed bag of emotions, and me promptly waking the ex to get a little clarification. Come to find out, she knew the chances and was just hoping it was mine because it worked better for her. Apparently, her father was old school racist and she didn’t want to have to deal with that. I left the hospital to collect my thoughts, and a few weeks later was served with child support papers. One DNA test and about 6 weeks later, I am 0.0% that kid’s father.
Where ever that nurse is now, I hope your life is amazing. I understand that you were not supposed to get involved in the personal side of things and keep it professional, but you saved me a lot of additional headaches.”
A Co-Worker Puts His Foot In His Mouth
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“I used to work with a guy whose wife was pregnant. Near time for the delivery, everyone at our place of business had a big party with gifts and money for the couple.
So big day comes, water breaks, they get in the car to go to the hospital. She breaks the news on the way there it’s not his, the kid is another race, and if he could just drop her off at the hospital and then leave, that would be great.
He took a few days off work, found a new apartment, moved out, and filed for divorce. He called into work and told someone what happened, news spread pretty fast. All congratulations cards etc were cleaned up and thrown away. Everyone was very sensitive to his pain.
Except, somehow, I don’t know how, I did not get the news.
So on his first day back, I walked into the office he shared with 6-7 other guys and said ‘Hey hey, Daddio, how’s fatherhood so far? Getting any sleep? Got some pictures? Let’s see the little tike!’
He slowly lifted his head to look at me with a painful look. The room was dead silent. One of his workmates stood up, grabbed my arm and walked me out of the room, shushing me. ‘What happened,’ I asked, ‘Did it die? What’s the problem?’
When he told me I about died myself. I still feel bad for the dude and it’s been 30 years.”