Being a parent is like a disability (in the sense that it prevents you from doing the things that you want to do, and spending time the way you want to spend your time). I would resent having a disability, and would spend all of my time thinking about ways to get well again. I would pray for the kid to get sick and die. But of course this is not how it works. You don't pray for wealth, you steal the money and pray for forgiveness. So I would have to find a way to get the kid to do something like sticking scissors into a power outlet (would that just set off a circuit breaker? I am so thankful that I am free and that there is no need for me to look into all of that nonsense). It would be a horrific memory to have to live with, but to remain a parent would be even more terrible.
Suicide would be another option. I am not sure what option I would end up choosing, but I know for a fact that both the child and myself being alive at the same time would not be an acceptable option for me, not for long, anyway.
Of course the above assumes that for some reason I Had to be around the child. If I could just drop the child off at an orphanage, there would be no need to take any of those more drastic steps.
All of the above is just a long-winded way of saying that I would not make for a great dad.