I was sitting at my computer a couple of weeks ago while I was at home on the internet. Television mustn’t have been very exciting that night which doesn’t surprise me as it’s crap this time of year so I was spending time in front of my other screen. Anyhow, I decided to do a search on Google for my son’s father’s name.
Let me explain, my son’s father lives in London and I haven’t seen him since I was about four weeks pregnant and haven’t heard from him in about a year so I thought I’d see if Google turned up anything.
Well much to my surprise it did. I won’t say which person it is. When we last spoke he did mention he’d gotten into music and might be going to Greece to do a gig and as I haven’t heard from him since I don’t know if this happened. I do, however, have visions of him rocking up on my doorstep and that thought mostly horrifies me.
I do send photos of our son to his mother occasionally with my address and phone number so he can ring. I haven’t received a call from him or ever received a letter from him since I sent the last lot of photos in about April last year. Unfortunately I have no way of knowing if he ever received them.
The only reason I even bother to keep in touch with him is for his son as I can live without contact.