My relationship is over. I gave it one more shot out of desperately wanting my children to have the family life they deserve, but life (as usual) has other plans. It went much like an Alka Seltzer tablet, slowly dissolving back into nothing.
Relationships are like clothes. People cannot come in "one size fits all". What fits her might look like shit on me. Some are more comfortable, some are too tight, some itch etc etc. So many people are sucking in trying to zip up that dress when everyone around them KNOWS it isn't going to work out. My relationship was kinda like when you see a cute dress on the hanger and its just so adorable that you have to try it on (aka college). Once you get it on, you start to realize it looked better on the hanger, but by that time its too late and your already pregnant. Then the dress starts falling apart because it wasn't made (raised) well and by then end of that damn dressing room session you are SO glad that stupid thing finally just ripped at the seams on its own because you are exhausted and ready to get the hell out of that store! The next time I ever go "shopping" I am going to be extremely picky stay away from the clothes in the window display (aka athletes).
Another thing I don't understand is the excuse "I guess I just wasn't ready for this". When you do something where you know full well what the consequences will be, like having an orgasm while still inside a vagina for example, and it sprouts legs and acquires a pulse, you have to own it. We have got to own our decisions.
If you were driving and the speed limit went from 55 down to 35, but you didn't slow down, you know there is a chance you will be pulled over. And when the cop asks you why you were still going 55, I dare you to answer him that you guess you "just weren't ready" to go 35, because going 55 is more fun.
No one is the world is ready to do half the shit we get thrown our way. I wasn't ready at 6 years old for my mother to die, and that wasn't even my fault. I'm going to go make a string of bad choices, and when I get sentenced to jail I'm just going to have to let the judge know that I knew what the consequences would be but since I'm only 25 and "not ready" to go to jail, I'm just going to dip out on a vacation for a little until I decide that I'm ready to face the music. Grow. The. Fuck. UP.
"I wasn't ready" is what little kids say when your playing a game and they lose. It is an appropriate excuse for being a loser when your 8. Not 25.
No, you were ready my friend, its just that you are not capable of the task. You in your most ready state still sucks at the game.
Alyssa...so sorry you have found yourself here. My kids were 3 and 9 months old when my first told me he didn't want to be married to me anymore...and I was pregnant with #3. When the kids were 3 1/2, 16 months, and 1 month old, he moved out. Left. And moved in with her. "I guess I never really loved you." Yeah. I guess not. He paid through the nose until they were each 21. Eventually you'll be able to let the bitterness go and realize you got the BEST he had to give...those three children. Hopefully he'll be man enough to meet his responsibility financially. That makes a world of difference! If you need me, I'm here. I can message you my number. (michele moore)
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