I cuckolded my (soon to be ex) husband.
I tricked in believing he was the father of my little bastard.
It took him five years to realize he had been”screwed”.
He! He! He! He! He! Boy, was he slow.
Ergo, he must continue to finance me and my bastard for the rest of my life.
A paternity test would force me to work.
I had no agency; I have no agency; I can’t take responsibility for my actions.
“A feminist needs a man, that provides fish on a bicycle.”