This page exists for accountability. Not revenge, not pity, but truth.

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When my daughter was born in 2022, it was mutually agreed that because her father chose not to be part of her life, he would not contribute financially. The understanding was simple: if that ever changed, so would the responsibility.

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In January 2025, he returned, 'desperate' to be a father, and even more desperate to escape an engagement that, in his words, was “slowly draining the life out of him.” I was cautious, but over the next five months he became a fixture in our daughter’s life: school runs, bedtime stories, weekends, parties. The things that build trust.

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And then, the mask slipped. Lies surfaced, the silence came, and the man who once claimed to be “desperate” for fatherhood disappeared without a trace. No calls, no questions, no sign of responsibility. Formal channels failed to secure support, and somehow, I became the villain in his rewritten version of events.

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So here we are.

This page stands as a record, but also as a reminder: that women can tell their stories without shame, that silence doesn’t equal weakness, and that accountability isn’t optional.

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Because there may be two sides to every story — but only one comes with screenshots.