Rant about my bf leaving me when I told him I was pregnant.
I just felt like writing what I couldn't say to him.
We don't know each other for a long time, I know. And we've only been dating for 6 months, yes, it's "nothing" like you said. We weren't expecting this, I wouldn't call it an "accident", but it happened, and we're adults, or so I thought. I'm 33, you are 38. We are supposed to be responsible enough, but here you are, leaving me pregnant and alone, with your damned excuse of " I told you I wasn't ready to have kids ", YES ! Neither was I, but contrary to you, I bear the consequences of what I've done.
It's been a month now, you completely disappeared from the surface of earth.
I didn't ask for much. I didn't ask you to marry me right away, or to give me money, or even to help me raise them. I just wanted you to be their father, not even "dad", father; because yes, there is a big difference between these two.
All the promises, all the love, all the dreams. I know they weren't a lie, but I also know now how ephemeral it was.
I thought that this kind of stories, only happened in books and movies, but...It seems not.
You know what ? I don't need you.
I'm gonna raise them on my own, I'm gonna kick asses as a single mom and they will grow up to be some badass human beings.
And I will love them unconditionally.
They won't even feel the need to have YOU as a father.
But I hope, not matter how much time flies by, that the memory of the children you left behind, YOUR children, from your own blood and skin, will haunt you forever.
We don't know each other for a long time, I know. And we've only been dating for 6 months, yes, it's "nothing" like you said. We weren't expecting this, I wouldn't call it an "accident", but it happened, and we're adults, or so I thought. I'm 33, you are 38. We are supposed to be responsible enough, but here you are, leaving me pregnant and alone, with your damned excuse of " I told you I wasn't ready to have kids ", YES ! Neither was I, but contrary to you, I bear the consequences of what I've done.
It's been a month now, you completely disappeared from the surface of earth.
I didn't ask for much. I didn't ask you to marry me right away, or to give me money, or even to help me raise them. I just wanted you to be their father, not even "dad", father; because yes, there is a big difference between these two.
All the promises, all the love, all the dreams. I know they weren't a lie, but I also know now how ephemeral it was.
I thought that this kind of stories, only happened in books and movies, but...It seems not.
You know what ? I don't need you.
I'm gonna raise them on my own, I'm gonna kick asses as a single mom and they will grow up to be some badass human beings.
And I will love them unconditionally.
They won't even feel the need to have YOU as a father.
But I hope, not matter how much time flies by, that the memory of the children you left behind, YOUR children, from your own blood and skin, will haunt you forever.
41-45, F
