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Scared I will Never Get a White Woman Pregnant
I am in my late 40s.I am so scared that I will grow old and die without having a child with a white woman.
I am in my late 40s.I am so scared that I will grow old and die without having a child with a white woman.
He asked to meet my wife (22 at the time) and I felt I had no choice, so I invited him over for dinner (without his wife). It was such a helpless feeling, as I was so conditioned to his pattern that I knew where this would end. After dinner, he sent me back to the office for a file, leaving him alone with my wife for about an hour. Two days later, he asked if he could take her on a business trip because there was a gala at the conference and he didn't want to go alone (his wife had to stay home with the kids). I warned my wife about him, but she told me not to worry and went with Rosco. When they returned, she tearfully confessed that she had begun an affair with Rosco and they had stayed in the same room at the hotel. He shot several loads into her without using a condom (but she wasn't ovulating at the time). She also said that he wanted her to have a baby for him. He said she'd make a great mother and that it would be good for my career! Although she had said before we married that she never wanted kids, she agreed to have his! She was pregnant within a few weeks, and he dated her pretty openly after that. At three months, he cooled things off with her and she was heartbroken. Meanwhile, I prepared myself for the coming humiliation. Adepoju was born nine months later-a 10 pound very beautiful, very black baby.
Part 2. When friends and relatives asked about his blackness, we just told them that it was private and we didn't want to talk about it. Rosco visited his newest baby mama in the hospital and arrived just when she was breastfeeding his son. The image of black Poju greedily sucking one engorged white breast, while Rosco starting fondling the other exposed white breast with his deeply black, large hand, while kissing her deeply, right in front of me, has stayed with me all these years. As agreed, Rosco's name went on the birth certificate as Poju's father, but he has never contributed a penny to his (or his other children's) upbringing. His thinking is that he has contributed an enormous blessing to all these white families, and I eventually came to agree with him. We raised Poju as a Muslim, although we were devout Christians, and he grew into a fine young man. He has, however, inherited his father's proclivities.
You paint a great picture of the hospital room scene, where Rosco and his son each occupy themselves with your wife's ** right in front of you! And what ** to put his name as father on all the birth certificates yet get out of child support!