Clearly you should be bringing him tea and dumplings while he inconspicuously impregnates you some more, thus proving he massive, fearsome, turgid man-ness. After all, you’re Fully Responsible—said massive-fearsome-turgid man-meat having a mind and sentience of its own, in the face of which The Father Of Your Child must have been powerless!

Do people even read this stuff before they mail it to you?!

If I had to make a bet on who is writing you with their “concern for your daughter” I would guess that it is A) a guy with a small one that is sticking up for his brothers (as you suggested) or B) a very frustrated female that is someone envious of you so is judging you as a mother/woman.

Just my observations. I hope that person can just move on and not be concerned about things that don’t really concern him/her.

God bless you!
Layla/Well Woman

Thank you for your reply. As I said, I was curious. Of course your affairs are non of my concern. I was just trying to understand.

It seems to me that the father of your child, “little dick” as you so quaintly put it was a bit misled. Entrapped if you will. YOU picked him up in a bar, invited him home, invited him to stay, appreciated and encouraged ‘the kissing’, made no effort to get up, REPEATEDLY said, ‘no, no!’ but still stayed, making no serious real effort to bring an end to the trist.

Then, disingenously, you claim it was all over, you hadn’t felt a thing–because his dick was so small! Do you expect people to believe this? You ridicule and demean the father of your child. Do you realize how childish that sounds? LD–indeed.

And now you have deprived your daughter of all contact and knowledge of her father, attempting to save your self-respect–what the Victorians used to call ‘honor’ for an incident that you were fully responsible for.

My, my, my! I pity your daughter. And I feel sorry for her father, although he may be better off being where he is.

Little Dick.

And my response:

You know, after that first email, I was willing to entertain the idea that you might actually be who you said you were. Whoever you are, “Evelyn”, you don’t know me. You don’t know my life, my story, or even enough about my interaction with my daughter’s biological father to be able to provide an informed opinion.

Enjoy making judgments about people you know nothing about however much you like. Your life must be fairly empty for you to feel a need to fill it in this way. Keep your pity. Neither my daughter nor her biological father need it. As for your scorn toward me, I’m well aware that many people are going to leap to conclusions about my morals (or lack of) and character (ditto). Anyone who does so without looking at the heart of the person in question isn’t worth my time. I have enough to manage on my own with raising this beautiful child without the neuroticism that would come from worrying about the opinion of every freak on the street.

If, for whatever reason, you feel compelled to offer your opinions to me in the future, I suggest that you do so in the comments section of my blog. That is where all of this will be added after I hit “send.”

Now, pardon me. I’m going to give my poor, neglected child her breakfast, then get to work for the day so I can continue to earn a living to provide for us both.

As much fodder as this person provides for future posts, he/she/it doesn’t get the front page for this one. Somehow, he/she/it misses the point that the derision of “LD” stems not from his endowment, but from his behavior.

It’s always interesting to get a healthy dose of reality in the morning. While I realize that not everyone who knows me or learns of our story will leap to such conclusions, some people will. The truth? It says much more about them than it does about me.

Of course, I’m not without blame for allowing an act of sex to happen. I was there, remember? To extrapolate from that that I entrapped him (what, was I *trying* to become pregnant?) is astounding.