This one happened when I was around 22... I was with an off-and-on thing who flew into town for a few days. Her parents lived a few towns away from the base where I was stationed.
She CLAIMED she couldn't get pregnant, so I always shot up the club... A few months later, I was with my current girlfriend--of that time--and the phone rang. Of course, the current gf heard another lady talking which started an argument. My on and off gf hung up on me...
About a year later, the ex came back to town and asked to meet up so we could talk about something. We met up at IHOP, and she passed me her medical records, and she broke down crying and stuttering. I'm trying to listen to her while flipping through these pages on the table.
There was a positive pregnancy test dated the day of the phone call. And papers from the planned parenthood clinic procedure dated three days AFTER the phone call. She apologized repeatedly.
I was shocked and speechless for about 5 minutes... It took a long time to forgive her because that was MY child too. I love my baby girls, and I would remove numbers from the Earth's population over them--without hesitation.
BUT I'd always wanted a son, and I wonder what could have been with a junior me running around. It's been years but that shit STILL hurts.