Sooo... it looks like we're telling stories, eh?
Just after I turned 21, I ran into a girl I had been seeing, but who had wandered off. When I ran into her again, she had a baby. She said it was mine. I did the math, and it worked out. No way to prove it, and I believed her. We started seeing each other again, but after a month or so, she vanished again. I was never able to find her after that.
In 2008, when my wife left, she told me that I should go find her and my child. I had tried for years and came up with nothing. I started using Google and digging deep. Eventually I found her living in Missouri. She had just come to WA state for a family visit.
We meet.
I'm told me child passed away.
We get back together. By now, she has two other kids.
She moves in, in Feb of 2009. I buy a used but nice BMW X5 as a hauler, and rent a big house. We move from the small apartment. Things go to hell in a handbasket
very quickly, and over the course of five months somehow she drains me of my life savings. With the economic crash, that was bad. Really bad.
In July, She want to go see mom in Missouri, and wants to drive the X5. I say no because it needs brakes.
She takes off in her car... and never comes back.
Then I'm served with a paternity test. Yep, she's pregnant.
Then I get told by her mother that the child I thought I had with her earlier wasn't mine. And wasn't even hers. It was her niece.
I've never seen or spoke to my daughter.
Not a happy father's day for me.