That’s Just My Baby’s Daddy
6 Feb
Eight years ago, February 1st, my son, Justice was born. I spoke to his father once that day and never again. I didn’t know where he was or anything. I took it for what it appeared to be- that he wasn’t interested in the responsibility. We had already broken up before I knew I was pregnant so I wasn’t really sweating it.
Yesterday, my baby’s daddy sent me a message on Facebook. Apparently, he’s been looking for us since 2002. Wild. I gave him my number and we spoke about everything in the past and leading up to now this morning. It’s crazy because my son missing out on a father all of these years is pretty much based on a lie told by an outside party. [This is where I tip you that checking your facts and confronting your witnesses is key.]
Today, right now, my son is on the phone speaking with his father for the first time. I feel so good in my heart about it thinking back to when he was four and asked why he didn’t have a dad and how I cried that entire afternoon. I am hoping for the best and I don’t doubt I’ll be witnessing it.
“Who’s that?” That ain’t nobody! That’s just my baby’s father!





