Is it wrong? I’m in love with my son’s godfather!
It all began with a chance encounter.
I never imagined I’d be in a situation like this—standing in front of the mirror, looking into my eyes, and wondering, “Is this love or a mistake? How do I move forward?”
But life takes its own course, and now I’m unsure of what to do.
It started out quite ordinarily—I created a social media profile, just like most people do. I reconnected with old friends, family, even those I hadn’t seen in years.
Among all these people, there was one man whose interactions became particularly meaningful to me.
His name was Oliver.
At first, it was just simple messages, light conversations, an exchange of thoughts.
But each day, I found myself eagerly waiting for his replies more and more, and he seemed to be getting used to me as well.
One day, he wrote:
“If you’d like to chat more often, here’s my number. I don’t check here often, but I’m always available on my phone.”
I didn’t hesitate. I texted him.
From that moment, we started messaging each other almost every day.
Oliver was married, with a five-year-old daughter. He talked about his family without much enthusiasm, yet he didn’t complain either.
At that time, I was alone.
Just a woman yearning for warmth, attention, simple, honest conversations.
Oliver became the one who filled that void.
A love I didn’t want to acknowledge
After a few months, I suddenly realized I thought about him more than I should.
That I was searching for his messages first thing.
That I was catching myself wondering—what if we met?
I didn’t confess my feelings to him. I knew it was wrong.
But one day, I suggested meeting up.
“I’d like to see you too,” he replied.
But time and again, something kept getting in the way.
I started seeing it as a sign.
Maybe it was for the best?
A new man, a new life?
Some time passed, and another man entered my life—Daniel.
He was kind, nurturing.
I began a new relationship and thought I would forget Oliver.
But it didn’t last long.
Oliver and I kept messaging each other.
When I told him I had found someone, he was happy for me.
Yet I felt something change in him.
And then I discovered I was pregnant.
I wrote to Oliver, and his first question was:
“Will you keep the baby?”
“Of course,” I replied.
He was silent for a long time. Then he said:
“I’ve gotten a divorce.”
I was speechless.
The man who became my son’s godfather
When our son was born, I immediately knew who I wanted as his godfather.
I insisted it be Oliver.
Daniel didn’t object. He knew Oliver was a friend, a good, reliable person.
On the day of the christening, we finally met in person.
For the first time.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
I saw the way he looked at me.
We talked for only ten minutes—I told Daniel I was going to meet Oliver because he was from out of town and might get lost.
Ten minutes, but in that time, my heart broke.
I realized: I love him.
And he feels the same.
A belated love
Half a year has passed.
I haven’t seen him again, but we still message constantly.
Every day.
Every time my son falls asleep, I pick up my phone and wait for his message.
I know I’m not just the mother of his godchild to him.
I feel that he loves me too.
Recently, I asked:
“Did you get divorced because of me?”
He replied:
“No, you had nothing to do with it.”
But I know he’s lying.
We love each other.
But do I have the right to this?
Is it wrong to love my son’s godfather?
Can I fight for my happiness?
Or is this just a belated love that will never become reality?
I don’t know.
But I can no longer ignore what I feel…
