I’m learning that life has a way of taking your beliefs and shoving them into your nose until you admit that you’re a pompous ass. Back when I started this blog, I said I would force my boys to take responsibility if they knocked up a girl. A commenter asked how could I do that if they did everything possible and it was THE Girl who wanted a baby. Too bad, I said, life sucks.
The other day my brother told me how his friend got his ex-girlfriend was knocked up. The friend had used protection. They broke up days afterwards. He didn’t call her. Then several months later she tells him that she’s knocked up and it’s his. He’s shocked. He’s unsure if it’s even his. She surprised he’s not over the moon about it and that he doesn’t come racing back to her. He’s not ready to be a father, that’s why he used protection, and he didn’t want to start a family with a woman that he realized wasn’t a good mate. Not to mention, the girlfriend threatens to sue him for money, then talks about how he should bond with the child, and then yells that he’ll never see the kid. That’s just the way to start a parent relationship. Ugh.
So now, I’ve learned there are ALWAYS two sides of a story. And for every logical stance, there’s another logical stance from the other end. It’s easy to throw stones when we’re not in the situation.
So I retract. If one of my boys gets into a pregnancy situation, I’ll be more understanding and wait to hear all the facts before I murder him. Ok, kidding. Kidding. I’ll hear all the facts and then help any way I can. At least I can be grateful I learned this lesson without it being one of my sons.