Im hoping this isn’t a repost but i feel it needs to be seen.

Six months ago, I left this comment on askreddit with the promise that I would update the story eventually.

I made a throwaway for this question.

We were at a work party, I was in college and she was a career waitress.

I had recently gotten out of a long term relationship that just fucking destroyed me, I wanted nothing, no sex, no hook ups, no cuddling in bed, I just wanted to be alone. I picked up the job at the restaurant to keep myself busy and make some extra money. I needed my time occupied, and this was the best way at the time.

She had came on to me at work, but I kindly turned her down, telling her that i was not ready for any kind of relationship. She flirted often, but I didn’t reciprocate. I literally had zero interest, in anyone.

I had 2 drinks at the party, and then one at a coworkers house after work shut their party down. I blacked out (not at all like me), woke up around sunrise half naked with her snuggled up to me. We had definitely had sex, no fucking condom in sight. I was confused, very very confused. Not happy. Not even a little bit.

I slithered our from under her and got dressed, I walked a few miles home and passed out for over 12 hours, missed my shift at work that day.

I went in the next day and told them what had happened, i got a write up for missing my shift and made fun of for complaining about getting laid. I walked out and never went back.

15 years later, I found out she had had a baby. We are in the process of finding out if it’s mine. This shit consumes my thoughts every goddamn day now. I have no idea what we are going to do if he is mine.

Edit: this is all fresh, she wants back money. Very very much about the money, I don’t know why but she thinks that we’re loaded or something. We are not by any means. Life has been one expensive disaster after another for my entire adulthood. This is my wife’s insulin she dropped today while shaking about what the fuck we are going to do. Everything is a mess.

I’ll update this story minus identifying details on this profile if you want to follow. Maybe it will be cathartic for me.

As it turns out, the child was mine. We were hit with a massive child support amount to provide and were thinking that things were going to be ok in a few years after we caught it up. Right up until the pandemic hit and we both lost our jobs. Everything slipped, all the bills piled up. It was ok though, we still had food on the table and were hopeful to return to work.

We still haven’t returned since March. We were nearly out of money when today I went to get a few groceries and my card was declined. I was embarrassed, but thought that surely there was a mistake. Nope, the state seized the tiny bit of money we had left. No way to buy food, no way to buy my wife’s insulin or supplies. Just a big pile of hopelessness.

I’m sitting in my car and I have no idea how to go inside to tell my wife just how screwed we are.

You can do everything you’re supposed to, and still wind up at the bottom.

I wish my family didn’t suffer from my unfortunate past.

Edit: a redditor is shipping us a months supply of insulin. I cannot begin to tell you how grateful we are to this community and the people that make it up.

The outpouring of support is overwhelming. We put our kids to bed and are sitting here reading all these kind words. It’s a lot. Thank you all.