I think dad got me pregnant but I can't tell anyone.
Posted On Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Fuck off perverts. I need advice from women. I'm 20 and I was on and off with the greatest guy and the love of my life for about 2 months. We were steady for well over two years, but his mom hated me and kicked me out of their house when my boyfriend and I both lost our jobs. I moved in with my perverted single dad, and my boyfriend stayed home. We fought a lot over stupid stuff when I was awayand had a few 'cool-off' type breaks, but stayed faithful. One such fight/break-up made me so upset that I drank a whole bottle of whiskey and passed out at my dad's. I woke up with my clothes on, but not feeling right on me, like someone else dressed me. And it felt and seemed like I had sex; a little sore down there, a funky discharge in my panties and I just suspeted something was strange about my dad's behaviour. I was fucking OUTRAGED, but couldn't prove it and, more accurately, didn't want to prove it or even THINK about it. I demanded to move back in with my boyfriend on the somewhat over-emphasised grounds that I love him (purposely avoiding the more horrifying reason - that I suspected my own father of drunk-raping me) and I was allowed to move back in. His mom has since accepted me, even seemed to like me, and my boyfriend asked me to marry him, to which I happily and joyfully agreed. NOW, I discover I'm fucking pregnant and I'm scared shitless it's an incest baby, but it also really could be my boyfriend's. In almost three years of never using protection my boyfriend never got me pregnant before now, so I'm really afraid he still hasn't. But if I tell anyone my greatest fear I'll ruin everything!! And even though my dad's always been a shameless, porn-watching perv he's never molested me or done anything sexual to me. What would you do? Keep this secret, and find out the hard way you were right about carrying your own brother to term, or bring this all out, jeopardising all your relationships, only to find out your suspicions were merely based on fears... fears of your father's disgusting eccentricities, and, maybe, your own fears of commitment. What the hell do I do with this?
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