i never got a dna test. i didn't want one. it wouldn't have mattered; we had a talk, before hand. the intent from the start was that i would act as a donor, not a parent, by mutual consent. i was very careful; it wouldn't have happened without that agreement. but, i was supposed to be around, too. as a family friend...as a secret...
it was foolish, but it happened. she thought she was strong enough, and i let myself believe it, because she wanted me to.
i could have made more of an effort at the start, but it was also important that i kept a distance, as getting too close would have upset the balance. i maybe tripped over that trapeze line.
but, the gender transition turned out to be a red line; unbeknownst, but pretty rigid.
there wouldn't be anything else i could even say, at this point.