Sigh. I hate to see another young man go thru the hell I went thru back in 1995. My ex-girlfriend was pregnant. I'd slept with her (stupid,stupid,stupid!) about two months prior...it was drunk and sloppy, but anyway, she'd been seen by some buds of mine out drinking and dancing with other guys...so i wasn't worried about it.
She was insistent that the baby was mine. I told her, in a nice way; "please, go fcsk yourself. Have a nice day." Well, well, well, well and WELL, 7 months later, my son was born. The first time I saw him he was three days old. And he looked exactly like me! :Q Before I saw him I was SO sure he wasn't mine....we had a paternity test done anyway. I'll never forget this number:
It said: PROBABILITY OF PATERNITY: 99.9994% Sheeeet, they even took it out to the fourth decimal place.
To this day, the fatherhood experience has been the worst thing that has ever happened to me....please, tell your friend to get a paternity test. DO NOT talk to her/sleep with her/touch her/email her at all. Have no contact from this day forwards. Trust me, it's for the best.
After the baby is born, if and when she does come after him, let HER go thru the trouble of filing the papers and arranging for a paternity test. All your friend has to do is show up and give blood.
Then, if it's his baby, all he has to do is give blood for the next eighteen years.
