Please excuse me here because I really need to vent. If I do this with people I know I know how it looks and sounds because I've had friends and co-works go on spiels and at times I have really been tempted to tank the wheel of the car into oncoming traffic or into anything else that will end it because I don't want to be reminded of what a total mess my own life is in.
I met this girl a few years ago. In fact she was the first girl I ever had sex with. It was great, we dated for a few months then went for it. I fell in love...
Later on I guess you can say it was one of those deals were you break up allot over an extended period (years) because you find out the other person is cheating on you while your at work. Then you make up...then break up again because she's going back and forth between her two boyfriends.
In the end we had a child together and going out and partying and fucking her other guy was still more important then being a mother or spouse or getting a job. Since then we haven't really been together.
I'm reminded of a drunk who swears they'll never drink again... Well, she got pregnant... And I always wanted to be a father and she swore she'd be better. Needless to say that didn't last long. I'd come home from work and either her mother r mine would have to baby because she was "running errands." Finally when she left one afternoon and didn't come back home until 3:00 AM reeking of beer I threw her out and went to family court for custody.
My ex and her mother ran me through the ringer. Saying I was a drug addict and was mentally unsound... Reporting me to DSS (Department of Social Services/Child Welfare), when the social workers came I told them to bring it on. I voluntarily took drug test the next day to prove I wasn't using anything. I had to pay out of pocket to be "evaluated" to make sure I was sound to be near my son. In the end my EX refused to take any type of test. I never imagined I would have DSS siding with me at with family court.
At two months old I had sol custody of our son.
about eight months later I met this girl. She was amazing in every way I could imagine. She was great with the baby. She helped turn my bachelor pad into a home instead of trashing it. She really made me feel special. I could trust her and that alone lifted a huge weight off my shoulders.
It didn't last though. About a month into the relationship my ex found out I was seeing another woman.
She would call constantly and hang up while I was at work or home. Stalk us when we went to the store. It seemed like every time I'd leave the baby with my ex for visitation and then make plans to go out she'd call with one excuse or another so I'd have to pick him up. At times threatening to hurt the baby.
About four months into it we were going to the store for groceries. We just got back into my car with the baby and were leaving and my ex rammed my car with hers (her sisters car) when we got out she ran over/hit us both and took off. That was the end of that girlfriend.... And I can understand to say the least why she left me. If I could I'd leave me....
It'll be two years soon since then and I haven't been with anyone else and I'm going crazy. I've thought of looking again and my sisters have offered to set me up but god I don't know where to start or if I should even bother.
I just lost my job so now I'm an unemployed single father and now I wish I had those fun drugs....
Aside from work and the baby there hasn't been much in my life and at times I wonder if he really is my son and it's hard to ask a woman to help raise a child that isn't hers. It's sometimes hard for me to sometimes and I hope he's mine.
My real fear is that if I do start seeing another woman that the stalking and phone calls will start all over again. I'm almost 30 now and depression is sinking in. I don't know what else to say.
If you read all of the congrats. I tend to ramble I'm sorry but it all come flooding back and I try to abridge it to make it palatable. There is so much history it makes me sick that I let it get so far. In the end I loved her and wanted to believe whatever then later after the baby and nothing changed I hated her. Maybe I was afraid of being alone, and I do miss holding someone at night and talking.
It feels like my life is over. Not because I lost my sons mother...that was a good thing. I'm just not sure where my life is going.
So. How do you start over again? My restraining order is good for another year by the way.
I met this girl a few years ago. In fact she was the first girl I ever had sex with. It was great, we dated for a few months then went for it. I fell in love...
Later on I guess you can say it was one of those deals were you break up allot over an extended period (years) because you find out the other person is cheating on you while your at work. Then you make up...then break up again because she's going back and forth between her two boyfriends.
In the end we had a child together and going out and partying and fucking her other guy was still more important then being a mother or spouse or getting a job. Since then we haven't really been together.
I'm reminded of a drunk who swears they'll never drink again... Well, she got pregnant... And I always wanted to be a father and she swore she'd be better. Needless to say that didn't last long. I'd come home from work and either her mother r mine would have to baby because she was "running errands." Finally when she left one afternoon and didn't come back home until 3:00 AM reeking of beer I threw her out and went to family court for custody.
My ex and her mother ran me through the ringer. Saying I was a drug addict and was mentally unsound... Reporting me to DSS (Department of Social Services/Child Welfare), when the social workers came I told them to bring it on. I voluntarily took drug test the next day to prove I wasn't using anything. I had to pay out of pocket to be "evaluated" to make sure I was sound to be near my son. In the end my EX refused to take any type of test. I never imagined I would have DSS siding with me at with family court.
At two months old I had sol custody of our son.
about eight months later I met this girl. She was amazing in every way I could imagine. She was great with the baby. She helped turn my bachelor pad into a home instead of trashing it. She really made me feel special. I could trust her and that alone lifted a huge weight off my shoulders.
It didn't last though. About a month into the relationship my ex found out I was seeing another woman.
She would call constantly and hang up while I was at work or home. Stalk us when we went to the store. It seemed like every time I'd leave the baby with my ex for visitation and then make plans to go out she'd call with one excuse or another so I'd have to pick him up. At times threatening to hurt the baby.
About four months into it we were going to the store for groceries. We just got back into my car with the baby and were leaving and my ex rammed my car with hers (her sisters car) when we got out she ran over/hit us both and took off. That was the end of that girlfriend.... And I can understand to say the least why she left me. If I could I'd leave me....
It'll be two years soon since then and I haven't been with anyone else and I'm going crazy. I've thought of looking again and my sisters have offered to set me up but god I don't know where to start or if I should even bother.
I just lost my job so now I'm an unemployed single father and now I wish I had those fun drugs....
Aside from work and the baby there hasn't been much in my life and at times I wonder if he really is my son and it's hard to ask a woman to help raise a child that isn't hers. It's sometimes hard for me to sometimes and I hope he's mine.
My real fear is that if I do start seeing another woman that the stalking and phone calls will start all over again. I'm almost 30 now and depression is sinking in. I don't know what else to say.
If you read all of the congrats. I tend to ramble I'm sorry but it all come flooding back and I try to abridge it to make it palatable. There is so much history it makes me sick that I let it get so far. In the end I loved her and wanted to believe whatever then later after the baby and nothing changed I hated her. Maybe I was afraid of being alone, and I do miss holding someone at night and talking.
It feels like my life is over. Not because I lost my sons mother...that was a good thing. I'm just not sure where my life is going.
So. How do you start over again? My restraining order is good for another year by the way.
