As bad as it sounds, like I said, the baby, Jack by the way, first time I've known his name... is not mine!
When I got there, there were three other "men", two looked around my age, and one looked like in his thirties or something.
It sucked because they took a hair from me, okay that's fine... swabbed my mouth, fine... and stuck a needle in me to take some blood. NO. THAT WAS NOT COOL!
Anyways, so I don't know who the father is, since they took us into the room one by one, and I went first, and came out without a facial expression, to make the other guys nervous. I said "Seeya guys" to them, and was allowed to leave right there and then, and caught a train back here, I'm surprised it took less than two hours each way to be honest... anyway, once I got on the train, it finally hit me, that I'm really happy I'm not the father, thank god, since there's no way I could afford to pay child benefits with my current lifestyle.
What do you guys think, would you be happy or sad knowing you're not the father?
When I got there, there were three other "men", two looked around my age, and one looked like in his thirties or something.
It sucked because they took a hair from me, okay that's fine... swabbed my mouth, fine... and stuck a needle in me to take some blood. NO. THAT WAS NOT COOL!
Anyways, so I don't know who the father is, since they took us into the room one by one, and I went first, and came out without a facial expression, to make the other guys nervous. I said "Seeya guys" to them, and was allowed to leave right there and then, and caught a train back here, I'm surprised it took less than two hours each way to be honest... anyway, once I got on the train, it finally hit me, that I'm really happy I'm not the father, thank god, since there's no way I could afford to pay child benefits with my current lifestyle.
What do you guys think, would you be happy or sad knowing you're not the father?