And Now There Are Two Families For Him To Support

I met my husband in college, lost my virginity to him. I was a lowly freshman, he was a grad student. We kept up the relationship during my college years, he lived and worked two hours away. Lots of sex, lots and lots. We got married right after my graduation, moved into our new to us house, and being giddy with marriage I settled into getting pregnant.

Four months along, working part time, after a cuddle sex, my now husband drops the bomb on me. He has a work girlfriend, and she just told him she was pregnant.

Over the following weeks this girl and I are asked to work things out. We finally meet. I just can't be angry, I am totally overwhelmed by her. My feelings rush to me that she is not married. And I go into big sister mode, don't worry, I will take care of her. She falls into my arms and we cry together, touching our tummies, we were pregnant together.

Her apartment, down by the docks was not suitable for a rat, much less a girlfriend, and a pregnant girlfriend. I demand that he put her in a safe and nice place, suitable for a mother of his child. In the end, the only suitable place was a townhouse like mine in the same building, three doors down. We shared every minute of our pregnancies, the birth of our babies.

He did this, picking us to have his children. We get along, better than sisters. And we share motherhood of siblings. Together we stand, divided we fall. I love him, I know she does too. He says he loves me, and that he loves her too. So then, husband dearest, man up and grow up. You have two families to take care of, no bass boat this year.