What the Hell am I doing? The changing bag is sitting there, ready with nappies, wet wipes, clean clothes and bottles. I have a wonderful wife, and a new child. And a girlfriend. A young, nubile, keen and addictive girlfriend, whom I can’t seem to give up. What kind of a father am I? How will I be able to look Sam in the eye in a few years time, knowing that I was cheating on his mother, while she was carrying him? I can’t even mention it at confession. What is the punishment for adultery? I hate to think.
As I have stated in a later post, this is a story, not a confession.
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