I'm rarely post here, but visit every day, a few times in fact. But some of you might find my story interesting. I had a baby girl at the end of June. The whole thing was bad from the start, since the mom and I didn't get along very well. To make a long story short, she made my life hell, and I did my best to provide as much as I could. We had an on again, off again kind of thing going. She had a medical problem in her youth that caused some emotional problems. I'd been seeing the baby every mon-wed-fri and usually one day for a few hours on the weekend. The mom been bugging me lately to get into a relationship with her, and I wasn't going for it since I still wasn't able to fully trust her. The baby has bright red hair, very odd, since we are both blonde, so I decided to have a DNA test done. After about 3 weeks, I called to find out the results. They guy on the phone told me there was an "exclusion." An exclusion means that I am excluded from being the possible father!!! I was totally shocked and amazed. I was supposed to go up that day and see the baby, but I made up an excuse because I was too upset that night. So, I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and have a second test done at the local hospital. The results were due back in two weeks. Well, about a week later while at work the mom called and asked me if I had a paternity test done. I told her yes, and she hung up on me. So I finished what I was working on and called her back, and asked her if she wanted to talk about it. She couldn't understand why I would have the test done since there was no way it could have been anybody else's. I mentioned that the first test showed that I wasn't the father, but she still said there wasn't anybody else, and that there isn't any way that is wasn't mine. So, I explained to her how the test figures out the possibility of my being the father, it shows it as a percentage based on how many similar DNA strands we share. That percentage was 0. THEN, she said there WAS somebody else, but she didn't think it could be him because she had her period after she was with him. She apparently isn't aware that you can be pregnant and still have a period, as I have a friend who had her period all the way through her pregnancy. So later she tells me that when she told this guy she was pregnant he got mad and said it was his, she insisted that it wasn't, but he told her that if it WAS his, that he was going to fight for full custody and take the child. It seems he is a nurse and knows her medical history, so she is certain that he will be able to show that she is mentally unstable and unfit to keep the child. Plus he has enough money to go to court while she is flat broke. So now, even though I don't have the results from the second test, am pretty sure that she has been lying to me this whole time about the fact that I am the father. I've even been having to pay child support and helping with medical bills (spent well over $2500 at this point), plus I have put the child on my insurance plan (that I pay an extra $91mo for). I just really would have liked to know from the start that it was possible that I wasn't the dad. Oh, she was also mad at me for not letting her know right away that the first test came back showing that I wasn't the father, I didn't tell her because she has insisted that I was the father and wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. UPDATE: I got the results from the second test in the mail last night.... Not the father. I knew it. Both of the tests show the exact same DNA locus, and each of the tests was done by a different company. I'm happy, pissed off at the mom, but very sad for the child. I do really miss the kid. I talked with the mom last night and told her the news. She said DNA tests aren't accurate at all (according to her pastor). She said she is SURE it is mine, and will be contacting an attorney because I didn't ask her to have the test done. Then she said she wouldn't take me to court if I let her pay me back over time, which I really couldn't care if she really pays it all anyways. If I get some of it back, great, if not, no big loss. My life has turned into a episode of Jerry Springer... Ugh.