Baby daddy

(I use this term now quite frequently, even though it sounds awkward as hell rolling off my proper tongue. Sometimes it’s the best way to describe the guy. I still feel like a dumb-ass poser every time I say it, though.)

Today I asked someone who her daughter’s father was. She paused, looked at her daughter, thought for a moment, and said, “X. Well, really Y, but X’s name is on the birth certificate.”

It was surreal to me. How in the hell can I ever understand where someone like this comes from? Not for one single solitary minute do I have any idea what it would be like not to instantly know who my child’s biological father was.