My DD is 4 years old, her dad was not in the picture until last year thanks to Facebook (God bless Facebook!).
To make the story short, I had my DD when I was 19, I was in my second year of my Bachelor in Antropology back in my homecountry Mexico and I had just won an scholarship to finish my studies in London.
My ex and I met in August 2005 when I started to work in a call center, it was my first job and I was 18 years old. I remember that back in that time I had a very VERY low self esteem and inferiority complex and getting into a new enviornment in which suddenly you were the center of attention got into me. I became more extrovert and obviously I was enjoying the attention I was getting. So ever since I saw my ex "J" I liked him so I thought "I like him, so I'm going to get him" Which was definately not me, I used to be a very quiet person, I changed overnight.
We started a relationship two months later and I knew he was a very troubled person, I didn't knew the extent becuase he never opened himself to me until we started a relationship. We had a really good time during our first months, he was always there for me and I knew everythine from his past and present life and honestly I didn't cared I thought "I'll change him, i'll make him happy". The first three months as I said before were amazing, then I quit my job and things started to get rocky. We used to fight a lot over the simple things and other stuff. My mum never liked him, nobody liked him in my family and I had to stand up for him several times. Then I found out I was pregnant and I thought well it will be okay. I never got to tell him I was pregnant becuase the day I was going to tell him I saw him with another woman. I confronted him there, didnt told him I was pregnant, he basically told me that he wanted to break up with me and that he didnt had the courage to tell me so, fine but he didnt had to lie to me either. I was mad, and I decided to hide my pregnancy from him.
I will never forget that, I've never felt so bad in my life. I felt used, stupid,ugly, dirty, fooled and all the adjectives you can think of. Up to this day, I feel like this. I was driving to his place to tell him the big news and there he was holding other woman's hand. I must clarifiy, he was 25 at that time so yes he pretty much used me.
I tried several times to tell him that I was pregnant but I just couldnt bring myself to, everyone around me used to tell me that it was better if things stayed like that, my mum used to tell me that if I contacted him she will stop helping me with the baby and with my schooling so I couldnt risk that. I was living with her and my stepdad and she used to pay all my school expenses while I worked for the baby and her necessities. I remember that I couldnt even talk on the phone with my friends without my mum interrogating me afterwards and I saw her checking my mobile phone several times.
Before leaving to London, that was in May 2007 I decided to tell him about DD knowing that he would probably try to stop me from moving to London with her. I found out that he was living with the woman he cheated on me with (lets call her A). So "A" was the one that opened the door and I asked her nicely that I needed to talk to "J" I was informed that he was not home and that I never EVER go to her house again. I told her that I really needed to talk to him if she could give me a number to reach him. She said no. She told me that she would tell him that I was there and about DD. I trusted her, again my idiot self, I left phone numbers, photos and some other information. He never called. At that time I supposed he didnt cared.
Then I was admitted at London's University and I decided that my DD and I would start all over in another city without me being tempted to call him or something. Ok now to make this WHOLE story short. After I moved to London I met this man, we moved in together and we are huge and wonderful blended family. I didn't heard from him for years after that so I just assumed he didnt cared about DD.
But in September, just days after DD turned 4 I got this inbox message from one of "J"'s cousin, I had a picture of my DD and I as my profile picture at that time and the question was plain and simple "Is that little girl "J"'s?" and I said yes. I was tempted not to reply to that and to block her and ignore future pm's. But then I thought about my DD and I compared her with me as a child. My mum did everything so my dad wouldnt contact me after they split up I was mad and resentful toward my mum after that and I still feel resentful becuase over the years I though my father had abandoned me. So didnt really wanted my DD to feel the sameway about me.
So as I predicted I got several emails from him, I gave him our house phone number and we talked. He was of course mad at first becuase he thought that I had hid DD from him and took her away. I did yes, but I tried to contact him and I left "A" my information which apparently she never give him. We woman we can be poisonous, and I just found out the extent of how mean we can be. I know I did wrong for hiding the pregnancy from him, put of pride becuase thats what I did. I didnt really loved him but any sort of cheating huts one's pride. It was not him but his actions and the fact that I was pregnant added more bitterness in me to the whole situation.
So DD and "J" have been having, phone and skype conversations. For DD, he's simply "J" she doesnt call him daddy or anything even though she really enjoys talking to him and asks for him al lthe time and refers him "I wonder what "J" is doing right now" or I wonder if "J" would like this" or other little things like that. She knows that he is her father but she just doesnt call him that, to her "J" needs to earn the daddy title" yes, that comes from a 4 year old. She's a very analical child so I cant really recall how many scenarios she has made about it. "If "J" is my father, why wasn't he with us before?" or " Why did he showed up until now?" of course, I know we dont have to explain everything to a 4 years old. Right now and maybe in a couple of years she wont really understand and I believe she will be content with the explanation we will give her when he comes to meet her next month. But what about when she's older?? Becuase seriously I would have tried harder to tell him I was waiting for her.
He on the otherside, is now thankful that I hid the pregnancy from him. He was drug addict (and I really thank God that DD was born healthy) and now he's clean according to him. He graduated from College as well and he started his own little business a year ago. So you can say hes better now, not for me but for DD.
Also, I'm afraid, deeply afraid that he will be in her life say for a couple of years and then vanish completely. I cant even imagine how that will hurt DD. I dont want him to just come in to her life and then leave without warning. Especially becuase I'm seeing how excited DD is to meet him,
I know it got a little bit long I got carried away but I'm really scared for DD at this point. I dont know if I should trust him. Since September he has not failed with his phone calls and things but that's one thing. The distance to being with will make it hard. He has talked about moving to London to be closer to her but again. He promised me a lot of things when we were together.











