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I was dating this girl, my parents hated her, I loved her.
She got pregnant (not by me) and so I married her. I insisted on it. We'd discussed marriage - after college - but needs must. We didn't tell anyone. Or not many people. When she miscarried we lost the few friends we had told. (It got really nasty - we were blamed, she was blamed, she was accused of not really being pregnant but trapping me. And not a fucking one of those "friends" understood how much we were hurting. Or tried to.understand.)
Later, we had a daughter.
I can't really explain this, but my marriage (now over) and my daughter have always seemed so very very private. It's only in the past few years I've talked about it, to anyone. I don't know why.
I guess part of it had to do with my being gay and her lesbianism (or bisexuality). We caught a lot of flak for getting involved with each other.
Anyway, I still love my ex-wife. I'm so proud of my daughter. And I have a lot of respect and friendship for her stepfather.
And that's the story in a nutshell. We were way too young. But Mary's been a great mom, and Mark's been a great stepdad, and I did my best. Only Ally (my daughter) can judge me as a father.
I feel I can discuss it here because it's kind of anonymous.
Just take it as a given that I'm a little weird :)
Khash.
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