I have a three month old baby. I never, like in absolutely never, thought I would have a baby. I did everything right, I only had sex with another woman. One stupid night and I get knocked up by a fifty two year old man, exactly twice my age.

I am under house arrest, or at least it feels like it. Between Covid and a baby, I am house bound. I haven't worked up the nerve to go out or leave my baby with anyone, not even my girlfriend. Everything is brought to me, for me and my baby. The only time I have left my apartment is to the pediatrician and I was scared every minute I was out.

The father, who speaks to me like a child, is basically supporting me because I quit my job when I was five months pregnant. My girlfriend does all the shopping. If Covid hadn't happened I am still not sure I want my baby outside. I know I can't stay locked up, I know I have to let my girlfriend help with my baby, I know but I can't.