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So, I don't even know where to begin with this. I have know i was gay since i was 10 years old. I knew i was different, and i knew i wasn't interested in females. I had a long coming out, and i did a lot of bad things, that i probably shouldn't of. I am now 20, and i am a sophomore in college. During my Freshmen year i had a on and off relationship with the wrong guy. He used me for sex, and thats basically all he wanted me for. During our Thanksgiving break, i was a complete mess. I had never considered anything with a female, and i was just confused about my sexuality, which i never though would happen.
During that break I ended up having sex with a girl, and proved to myself that i was gay. I know this sounds like I used the girl, but we had both said that this was just sex, and that it meant nothing. The next day the first thing i said i was gay, and she was actually happy. She has a list of things to do before she dies, and having sex with a gay guy was one of them. We kept in contact after i got back to college for the rest of the semester, and the following one.
This past summer this girl and I hung out all the time. We became super close friends, and i consider her my best friend. The girl i should tell you had a child when she was 16, and her brother adopted the little girl, seeing as earlier the same year his wife had a miscarriage. Well this past October the daughter was diagnosed with Leukemia. She died this morning from it, she was 5 years old. I had stayed with my friend and her "niece" for 2 weeks when she was visiting. So hearing of her death made me extremely sad.
This is where the story gets interesting. She called me this afternoon and told me she had to tell me something, that could potentially ruin our friendship, which got me pretty worried. After we had sex, a couple weeks later she found out she was pregnant. There were 2 possibilities on who the father was. This guy she had sex with a couple weeks before we did, or me. She didn't mention anything to me right away, cause I had worn a condom, and the other guy didn't. Before the DNA tests could come back, she miscarried. The DNA tests came back negative. The child was mine. I could be a father right now.
I told my closest and truest friend. He didn't really know how to respond. And i completely understand. If she would of had the baby, i would of been there for her entirely. I would of done anything i could of just to make sure that she and my child would of been taken care of.
I cannot be mad at my friend at all. She didn't know me that well, and since she had a miscarriage, she didn't seem it truly necessary to bring it up to me. I don't even know what to think anymore. I know i have every right to be sad. I have always loved kids, do i think i'm ready to be a father, no, but still. I was going to be, but i'm not. Am i making a big deal out of this, cause i feel like i am?
During that break I ended up having sex with a girl, and proved to myself that i was gay. I know this sounds like I used the girl, but we had both said that this was just sex, and that it meant nothing. The next day the first thing i said i was gay, and she was actually happy. She has a list of things to do before she dies, and having sex with a gay guy was one of them. We kept in contact after i got back to college for the rest of the semester, and the following one.
This past summer this girl and I hung out all the time. We became super close friends, and i consider her my best friend. The girl i should tell you had a child when she was 16, and her brother adopted the little girl, seeing as earlier the same year his wife had a miscarriage. Well this past October the daughter was diagnosed with Leukemia. She died this morning from it, she was 5 years old. I had stayed with my friend and her "niece" for 2 weeks when she was visiting. So hearing of her death made me extremely sad.
This is where the story gets interesting. She called me this afternoon and told me she had to tell me something, that could potentially ruin our friendship, which got me pretty worried. After we had sex, a couple weeks later she found out she was pregnant. There were 2 possibilities on who the father was. This guy she had sex with a couple weeks before we did, or me. She didn't mention anything to me right away, cause I had worn a condom, and the other guy didn't. Before the DNA tests could come back, she miscarried. The DNA tests came back negative. The child was mine. I could be a father right now.
I told my closest and truest friend. He didn't really know how to respond. And i completely understand. If she would of had the baby, i would of been there for her entirely. I would of done anything i could of just to make sure that she and my child would of been taken care of.
I cannot be mad at my friend at all. She didn't know me that well, and since she had a miscarriage, she didn't seem it truly necessary to bring it up to me. I don't even know what to think anymore. I know i have every right to be sad. I have always loved kids, do i think i'm ready to be a father, no, but still. I was going to be, but i'm not. Am i making a big deal out of this, cause i feel like i am?

















