Some backstory, my ex told me she was pregnant a few months earlier (this is after a rough breakup where I found out she was cheating) and we both agreed to get an abortion as we were both not in the right places in our lives to have a baby. We go to the consultation and she tells me that she will go with her friend to get it done at the next appointment. Okay cool sweet it means we don’t have to get the train and you’re going with someone you trust. Texts me the next day saying it’s done. We don’t speak up until my birthday. Also the day before my final dissertation was in for university. She texts me out the blue ‘happy birthday, by the way I’ve got something to tell you that might stress you out a little bit’. Fuck. She comes round, I open the door and her belly is huge there’s no hiding she is pregnant. We sit down, this is after I’d been up all night and there was still people partying from the night before in my living room, telling me she lied about the abortion and that it was 100% my kid. My head was scrambled, I ended up kicking her out because it was my birthday, she lied and my dissertation was due the next day! Weeks and months go by, I tell my family they’re going to be grandparents, I’m getting set to be a father and I try to go to scans (which she doesn’t let me go into). Just overall trying to look out for the priority here, the baby. I ask her to tell me when she goes into labour because I don’t want to miss the birth, she ends up texting me 2 days after the baby was born! Anyway I get a dna test and another month down the line it turns out.. the baby isn’t even mine. Fun times. TLDR: ex comes round saying she was pregnant with a baby that we both agreed to abort and was ‘100% mine’. Turns out it wasn’t.