He left long ago, when I was 2 months along. Never cared, or at least I hid I did care because down here in South Europe, we all are so ” proud” to be rejected or to be judged by others.

I carried on with it…all by myself. I had my daughter, Rocio, I had a long-term boyfriend who seemed to care for both of us (but in the end, he did NOT), and I passed my exams, got my jobs, and my travels–I had my bit of fun but still full of remorse.

When we broke up, I was so upset he never called. He never asked about my baby. I completely pushed him away, both mentally and physically .I told him to keep away from both of us, to stay so so far away. I had the money, I had the house, and I had all the support by my side. I was just telling him to keep on being someone without a daughter, but he threatened me and told me he would take me to court. He told me when I was ready to give birth, that he would see his baby, no matter what I had to say.

Of course, words are gone with the wind, as we say here. Baby was born, never called him. He knew my phone, he knew where I lived… He knew it all but he never bothered. I was so pleased I was to raise my baby with the warmth of a “semi-normal” family, my family.

21 months later, I was there, in a private club, enjoying a day in the countryside when we bumped into each other. I thought my baby deserved to meet him at least once. I told him, he agreed to it. They met.

Something strange clicked on him and he started seeing her ( with me there). Don’t want him to pay or give me any financial help, don’t want his name on my daughter’s id-just wanted her to see him.

They don’t see everyday. He never calls, he just plays with her. We still have a long long way, that is what his mother says… No one cared about Rocio in her first 21 months and I guess it will never be what we call a proper “dad-daughter” relationship but now I can die happy and people can shut up: now he knows her and her life is still the same.