I'm not even going to go through the whole f'cked up story about my ex, but I'll sum it up with a few short points:
1) I knew we wouldn't work for the entire year she chased me and finally gave in. Point? Trust Your Instincts. -_-
2) She'd gone to the doctor once for cervical pains and told me that the outcome was that there was a 95% chance that she could not have children.
3) About six months later, after she got pregnant she finally told me her real age, which was a year younger than she told me before and legally put me in statuatory rape status. Her logic behind doing this was just that she "was tired of being younger than everyone she knew and started telling people she was a year older than she was about a year before she met me, and it just kinda...stuck." But this was how she is, even now. Sweet until she has the smallest, self-serving fabrication of a reason not to be. I'd almost call her bipolar. Should have seen it coming.
4) When we first broke up but were still under the same roof, she'd disappear for days at a time, going out to get high on coke with a bunch of our "ex-mutal friends" while I'd stay home with the baby. I even ended up missing work a time or two. At one time, we were both invited to a party by these "friends," one of whom I knew she was "talking to." She gave me the old "Just come to the party. I know how you feel and I wouldn't do anything to make you uncomfortable while you're there. I respect your feelings, and I'm not like that." They fooled around all night.
5) When I confronted her about it the next day, obviously hurt more than angry, her reply was. "Well you knew I liked him and you came anyway. You set yourself up for that one." :neutral: Now I've Never been a violent person. I prided myself on self-control. I still do, to a point. So when my fist jumped out, seemingly on it's own accord and smashed the nearest thing to me, which was large picture frame, and split my knuckles apart, I knew I to get out. NO ONE, male or female, has ever pushed my buttons like that, and as far as anger goes, I was in uncharted territory.
6) While I took our daughter and moved back in with my folks and busted my ass as a single parent for two years, she was banging one of my Other friends (that I not only confided in when she'd screw me over before, but whom she hated for the entire time the three of us have known each other. That part blew my mind.) And now, a few months later, they're married and have a daughter of their own.
Ok, so the summary ran longer than I thought But these are just a few of the finer points from an endless list of "damn this girl seriously fucked me over" scenarios. (There's a lot more where that came from. Lol.) Going through it all sucks, looking back on it is not so bad, though. As much as half of me does, and will always, go on hating her with every inch of me, part of me knows that I've learned a lot from my experience with her. And that is nothing to just ignore.
My main point though, AirRick is:
Just be thankful you were able to get rid of that one. This one's the mother of my child, so I've still got to put up with her BS on a weekly basis. Consider yourself lucky. lol.
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