I was pregnant with my son. The father
I was pregnant with my son. The father and I lived blissfully through the whole pregnancy. I worked up until the very last minute. He sat at home and did nothing. The night before my scheduled c-section, he gets up at about 11:00 and tells me that the baby isn't his, and that he is leaving. He calls his dad and gets picked up and I don't see him for 2 weeks. Then he shows up at my house and wants to see the baby. He picks him up and asks his dad, "Does he look like me?"
Then he leaves again. Somehow he talks me into letting him come back a few weeks later. I am an idiot, and just want to be a family with my baby's father. I end up pregnant again 3 months. The father still had no job, and was constantly doing things to make me want to kill him, like driving my car after I go to bed, with no license and getting it impounded. Like going to jail over and over and over. Like leaving the kid in the apartment and walking down the street to hang out with his friends.Like letting me walk in and catch him at this fat, skanky girl's house, making out with her on her couch. Like giving me chlamydia while I was pregnant. It took me 2 years to leave. I know, I am a fool for putting up with it. Now all I want is for him to grow up and be a dad. He has only seen our daughter a few times. She is a year old this month. And he is living two states away with his damn grandmother and won't even pay child support. I want to find him and choke him to death. I hate him so much for being a loser. For taking off and abandoning his damn kids.