| Faxanadu said: So you are proud of destroying your ex-fiancees life, the mother of your daughter? You laugh at her that she gave you 12 years of her life, hoping to be with you together forever and all you do is screw around with 19 year olds and then you think it is cool she has to go back to her parents house, her life in shatters while you screw a 21 year old girl and drive a fancy car? Way to go guy. You are so cool. |
I knew this was coming. Who's side are you on, Faxanadu? I'm going to have to report your logical post to the "Man Council". You'll be turning in your man card soon!! And we started dating in 1998! Our 10 year anniversary would've been on Halloween.
Anyway, I'm not looking for any kind of approval. I am what I am. But I'll give out too much info about myself anyway.
I lost my virginity at the ripe old age of 21. -Maybe a month before my 22 birthday. I was very naive about the way the world worked. My ex was the third person I had ever had sex with. She lived at home with her mom, and we worked at the same place. I had no kids, no bills, and zero responsibility. She had a 10 year old son, and and she was 5 years older than me. Waaay more knowledgeable about how the world worked. I guess she was to me what I am to my girlfriends.
Things started out great, but eventually the honeymoon ended. I intended to call it off years ago. Then, she gave me the greatest gift ever: My kid. So I stuck it out. Over the years, I gave my ex everything I could to make her happy. I got her the house she wanted, the engagement ring she picked out, the car she wanted, the furniture she wanted, and everything. I was like some kind of dickless robot. I never went out. My life consisted of work and video games and family life. Even though I was always accounted for, I was often accused of cheating. Even though I wasn't. Eventually, I evolved into what she thought I was.
I work 6-7 days a week. I been doing it for years, trying to have the life I want. My ex wasn't satisfied with what I provided. She always wanted more. Maybe we should have communicated more. Maybe we should have gotten counseling. Instead, I chose the company of younger women to drown my sorrows. In a way, I think I wanted to get caught. Since then, she seems to appreciate what I was trying to do. I'm not exactly proud of how things turned out. My kid suffers the most. But I do think that my ex helped make me into what I am with her controlling and un-trusting nature. And now, she wants to come back home to Zapp! I do miss her. I do love her. But it's too late to turn back now.
