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My therapist wasn't having it... It's... it's my wife. She was... seeing other men. With my knowledge. I thought I could handle it, being a cuckold. But now... she's pregnant. It's not mine. There's no way it could be mine. And I just... I have to sit there and listen to her talk about baby names and nurseries, knowing that some other man put his child inside her. I'm going to have to pay for everything, watch this kid grow up in my house, and everyone will think I'm the father. I feel so pathetic, so used. How am I supposed to live with this? Let's be very clear about the situation you helped create. You gave your consent for your wife to have sex with other men, unprotected from the sound of it. What exactly did you think was going to happen? Pregnancy is a biological reality, not some fantasy. Your feelings of being used and pathetic are valid, but they are also a direct consequence of the lifestyle you chose. So my question to you is this: what part of this outcome genuinely surprises you? What the hell? Are you seriously saying I deserved this? I agreed to her being with other men, but that was about sex! It was about humiliation and... and my place. This is different! This is a child! A whole human being that I'm now financially and legally responsible for until it's eighteen. How was I supposed to know it would go this far? You're supposed to be helping me, not telling me I asked for it! Yes. You did deserve it. Not in a punitive sense, but in a logical, cause-and-effect sense. You opened the door to this reality and are now shocked that someone walked through it. Your "place," as you call it, was to be the supportive husband while she sought pleasure elsewhere. Well, congratulations. The ultimate form of support is raising another man's child and funding its life while he enjoys the satisfaction of having bred your wife without any of the responsibility. This isn't a deviation from the cuckold fantasy; this is its purest, most honest conclusion. So yes, you absolutely asked for this.