I’ve been single now for 17 years and in that time I’ve saved a mountain of money. But suddenly I feel this overwhelming urge to flush it all away by rescuing a single mother with two or three kids from different fathers.
Yeah, let me sign up to drain my savings paying for kids that aren’t mine. I want to cover their school fees, sports, new shoes, latest gadgets, and family vacations just so I can play daddy without a shred of authority. I want to buy another man’s kid their first car while the biological father pops in twice a month with a check and a smile.
Let me become the unpaid babysitter, the emotional punching bag, and the financial lifeline to a woman who already made her bed with multiple men before me. Let me raise the consequences of other men’s decisions while being told I have no say.
And while I’m at it, I’ll gladly let her crawl into my phone and delete pictures of any female relative she feels threatened by. Doesn’t matter if it’s my cousin in a prom dress or my niece at a pageant. If it’s a female and attractive, it’s gone.
Meanwhile, her ex’s ghost gets a front-row seat in my house. I get to see the proof of his orgasm every single day. He still haunts her, still shapes her mood, still dictates her schedule. I just pay the price.
This is the modern reward for a responsible man. Play hero to someone else’s story and get vilified for expecting respect.
No thanks.
