Overcoming The Shame Of Not Knowing Who My Baby’s Father Was

I was young and terrified. I was terrified of all the usual things: I was too young. I was too selfish. I was too stupid. The world was too awful a place for kids, I didn’t want kids. I was irresponsible. I would be a terrible mom. I can’t take care of myself; how am I going to take care of a child? But I was terrified for another reason — a much deeper, darker, more embarrassing one — I didn’t know who the father was.