Hello and welcome to the CRS podcast. In this episode, a man was in a seemingly happy year-long
relationship with his girlfriend, Emma, until she unexpectedly claimed she was pregnant. He was shocked
as he knew he was infertile but initially tried to stay calm. Alright, so this is a wild one and
I'm still trying to wrap my head around how it all went down. A few months ago, I was in what I
thought was a solid, happy relationship with my girlfriend, Emma. We've been dating for about a
year and while we weren't talking about marriage or anything yet, we were pretty serious or so I
thought. One random afternoon, Emma drops the bombshell, she's pregnant. Now, I'm not going to lie.
My first reaction was an excitement. It was shock. See, I've known for years that I'm infertile.
Long story short, I had a medical condition when I was younger and it left me unable to have kids.
I've never really told anyone except my closest family and obviously past partners when the
topic of kids came up. But Emma, we hadn't had that conversation yet. So when she told me she was
pregnant, I froze. My mind was racing but I played it cool. I smiled, congratulated her and said
something generic like, wow, that's huge news. Internally though, alarms are going off like
crazy. The next couple of days, I tried to process everything. I thought maybe the doctor was wrong.
Maybe there's some miracle science thing I don't understand. But deep down, I knew something wasn't
adding up. Finally, I decided to confront her. I sat Emma down and gently told her about my
infertility. I was expecting her to be shocked or confused but instead, she got really weird.
She stammered, avoided I contact and then said, well, maybe it's just like a miracle or something.
At that moment, my suspicions went into overdrive. Started asking questions.
Have you been to the doctor? How far along are you? Can I come to your next appointment?
She kept dodging and giving vague answers and the more I pushed, the more defensive she got.
Why are you questioning me? Don't you trust me? She snapped. But I couldn't let it go.
A few days later, I decided to take it one step further. I told her I wanted to be involved
every step of the way and asked her to take a pregnancy test in front of me, you know,
just to celebrate together. That's when she completely flipped. She started crying,
accusing me of not believing her and stormed out of the apartment. At that point, I knew
something was seriously off. That night, I couldn't sleep. My brain was going a million
miles an hour and I kept replaying all the little red flags I'd ignored over the past few months.
Something wasn't right and I needed answers. The next day, I decided to confront her again.
But this time, I wasn't playing nice. I straight up told her I didn't believe she was pregnant and
that I needed the truth. That's when she cracked through tears and a lot of stammering. She finally
admitted the truth. She wasn't pregnant. But wait, it gets worse. She then dropped another bombshell.
I wasn't going to tell you, but if I was pregnant, it wouldn't have been yours.
She said barely looking at me. My stomach dropped. I asked her what she meant and after a lot of
awkward silence, she finally admitted it. The baby, if there had been one, would have been my best
friend Andrews. Yeah, my best friend Andrew. Apparently, Emma and Andrew had been hooking
up behind my back for months. She said it just happened and that she didn't mean for it to get
this far. I guess her little fake pregnancy stunt was her twisted way of trying to manipulate me into
staying with her, even though she'd already betrayed me in the worst possible way. It was
absolutely floored. I didn't even know what to say. I just stared at her, feeling this mix of
anger, betrayal, and sadness that I can't even describe. After what felt like an eternity,
I told her to get out of my apartment and never come back. After she left, I called Andrew.
At first, he denied everything. But when I told him that Emma had already confessed,
he finally owned up to it. His excuse? I didn't mean for it to happen, man. It was a mistake.
Mistake. Right. Told him we were done and hung up. I haven't spoken to either of them since.
Looking back, I feel like an idiot for not seeing the signs sooner. There were little things,
like how Emma would get weirdly defensive about her phone or how Andrew had been more distant than
usual. But I brushed them off because I trusted them. That's the part that stings the most.
I trusted them. If there's any silver lining to this whole mess, it's that I dodged a massive
bullet. Imagine if I hadn't confronted her. I might have spent months, even years, thinking I was
going to be a dad, only to find out the truth later. Anyway, lesson learned. Trust your gut,
and don't ignore the red flags. And for the love of all that's good, make sure the people you're with
actually deserve your trust. I'm moving on now, but man, that was one hell of a wake up call.