My son Ryan was in his senior year of college when he dropped a life-changing bombshell: his girlfriend, Shelly, was pregnant. Ryan is a good kid—responsible, honest, maybe a little too trusting. So when he told me the news, I suggested he take a paternity test—not to insult anyone, but just to be sure. He agreed without hesitation. When the results came back confirming he was the father, he stood by Shelly without question and began dating her seriously. From the moment I met Shelly, things were rocky. She confronted me about the test,