Should I stay or should I go now?
EDIT: Posting up front that there are two different exes with two different sons. The first is not biologicly mine but the second one due in August is. I realize my ramblings may get unclear and am sorry for any confusion.
My fellow escapees. As some of you might already know, my life is a mess. And right now I'm trying to talk myself out of doing something I don't know wether I should do or not. I think I am going to, but it's frustrating.
The background. Several years ago I met a girl who was with this guy who was no good. I befriended them both, her because she needed a friend and him so I could help him become a real man like she deserved. Didn't help. He remained the same and she ended up leaving him and running to the only place she could, me. Only real issue was she was pregnant with his child. I helped support her and shelter her and remained the best friend to her I could and next thing I know, we're together.
Skip several months. I've know moved the two of us to her home state to have the child near her family. I'm being the best father to the child I can, comforting him and singing to him and telling him stories while he's still in the womb. I am that child's father. We have our son and I'm the first person to look into his bright blue eyes. The first to hold him as I delivered him to his mother to hold. Greatest day of my life. I spend as much time with him as I can before having to go back to work. I also try and always have my door open to the biological father even though my fiance would prefer not to. But he only ever shows up a handful of times to see his son and never for longer than an hour or so.
Skip a few months. The mother to my son has stopped talking to me and is always depressed no matter what I do to try and help. She just doesn't even acknowledge it. Finally one morning as I'm leaving for work she tells me she's just not happy and is moving out. Come to find out she'd been in open communication with her ex-husband every day while I was at work and that is where she had moved to. So now I'm stranded in a strange place with no friends, no love, and worse of all, no son. I broke to say the lease.
After saving up for a few months I come back to my home state to be among friends and family and every day I bless them for helping me make it through that time in my life. I will always love my son and miss him terribly, but at least I'm still alive.
Skip a few months. I meet someone new. She lives a few hours away, but our talks on-line and over the phone are incredible. She seems very intelligent and is very artistic and we get along great. I spend my weekends off at her place and we talk constantly about starting a family together and getting married and me moving in with her, which I did end up moving most everything I own there. Then one weekend as I'm getting ready to head her way she calls me up and says we need to spend some time apart. I call her back to make sure everything is okay and that's when she lets me know it is over. Tring to get some reasoning, she tells me she could never love me as much as her ex whom is divorcing the woman he cheated on her with so she might have a shot at getting back together with him. Oh boy.
I try to at least remain friends, for like I said, we got along so great and our conversations were always really good, even when debateful we both felt connected. Or at least I did. She says she does want to remain friends, but she doesn't want to have anything to do with me. Every time we plan on me heading up to see her, even if mainly to get my stuff back, she would always postpone at the last second. I felt as if I was getting the cold shoulder, but since we weren't dating anymore, I didn't let it get to me.
But then she found out she was pregnant. She gets ahold of me and makes it sound like she didn't really mean to break up with me, but by this point I had taken her cold shoulder to heart and was talking to someone new. I let her know I had moved on. She cussed me out, called my new girlfriend some really nasty things even though she doesn't even know her, and basicly started treating me like shit. I half expected this, but I did want to remain friends for I did still love her. But she dumped me. I'm not crawling back to her just to be dumped again. How could I ever trust her again?
So, it's been over six months now. All this time I've tried to keep open communication with her, letting her know everything I'm doing and offering to help her out every way I can. She refuses all my help and refuses to have anything to do with me, generally not even bothering to respond to any of my messages. When she does talk to me, it's to tell me how bad of a person I am and how miserable she is and how I'm not doing anything to help her. But then when I do offer help she again refuses. Basicly I can't figure her out anymore.
Well a few days ago I got spammed with messages from her. First at how miserable she is, then about how bad of a person I am, and then about how I'm not doing anything to help her out. She even mentions losing the child and if she does have the child, not giving him my name. I'm not as concerned about my son's name as I am about my son living. Though if he did miscarry, that would mean I wouldn't have to deal with her anymore, it kills me to think such a thing. He is my son!
And to finish off our little discussion, she mentions something new. Seems she's befriended someone I know. My son's biological father. The same man who abused my friendship, borrowing hundreds of dollars and hundreds of dollars worth of stuff and then not paying a dime to help out his son, only buying him one little onsie the whole year he's been alive. Seems he has been telling my ex "the truth" about me. God only knows what lies he's come up with. If they're anything like the lies he told his family or the completely different lies he's told everyone we both know, then they could be pretty bad. But what I find so very hard to believe is that she would believe anything he said after all the time we spent together. How could she possibly not know me? The true me. Mind-boggling.
Anyhow, so tomorrow I'm planning on headin up her way and confronting her face to face. Possibly getting some of my stuff back from her. Possibly talking some sense into her. Possibly realizing it's all just so futile with her and giving up on my son. God I hope not. Just don't know what else to do. I've been driving around with her and her daughter's Christmas gifts in my vehicle for over six months now. I've still get her birthday gift from even before then. I've got all the money I've kept aside to pay her doctor bills if she ever would have gone. All these things seem so petty to me though. But maybe that's all she really wants.
Fear and loathing... dazed and confused... what's a boy suppose to do?
EDIT: Posting up front that there are two different exes with two different sons. The first is not biologicly mine but the second one due in August is. I realize my ramblings may get unclear and am sorry for any confusion.
My fellow escapees. As some of you might already know, my life is a mess. And right now I'm trying to talk myself out of doing something I don't know wether I should do or not. I think I am going to, but it's frustrating.
The background. Several years ago I met a girl who was with this guy who was no good. I befriended them both, her because she needed a friend and him so I could help him become a real man like she deserved. Didn't help. He remained the same and she ended up leaving him and running to the only place she could, me. Only real issue was she was pregnant with his child. I helped support her and shelter her and remained the best friend to her I could and next thing I know, we're together.
Skip several months. I've know moved the two of us to her home state to have the child near her family. I'm being the best father to the child I can, comforting him and singing to him and telling him stories while he's still in the womb. I am that child's father. We have our son and I'm the first person to look into his bright blue eyes. The first to hold him as I delivered him to his mother to hold. Greatest day of my life. I spend as much time with him as I can before having to go back to work. I also try and always have my door open to the biological father even though my fiance would prefer not to. But he only ever shows up a handful of times to see his son and never for longer than an hour or so.
Skip a few months. The mother to my son has stopped talking to me and is always depressed no matter what I do to try and help. She just doesn't even acknowledge it. Finally one morning as I'm leaving for work she tells me she's just not happy and is moving out. Come to find out she'd been in open communication with her ex-husband every day while I was at work and that is where she had moved to. So now I'm stranded in a strange place with no friends, no love, and worse of all, no son. I broke to say the lease.
After saving up for a few months I come back to my home state to be among friends and family and every day I bless them for helping me make it through that time in my life. I will always love my son and miss him terribly, but at least I'm still alive.
Skip a few months. I meet someone new. She lives a few hours away, but our talks on-line and over the phone are incredible. She seems very intelligent and is very artistic and we get along great. I spend my weekends off at her place and we talk constantly about starting a family together and getting married and me moving in with her, which I did end up moving most everything I own there. Then one weekend as I'm getting ready to head her way she calls me up and says we need to spend some time apart. I call her back to make sure everything is okay and that's when she lets me know it is over. Tring to get some reasoning, she tells me she could never love me as much as her ex whom is divorcing the woman he cheated on her with so she might have a shot at getting back together with him. Oh boy.
I try to at least remain friends, for like I said, we got along so great and our conversations were always really good, even when debateful we both felt connected. Or at least I did. She says she does want to remain friends, but she doesn't want to have anything to do with me. Every time we plan on me heading up to see her, even if mainly to get my stuff back, she would always postpone at the last second. I felt as if I was getting the cold shoulder, but since we weren't dating anymore, I didn't let it get to me.
But then she found out she was pregnant. She gets ahold of me and makes it sound like she didn't really mean to break up with me, but by this point I had taken her cold shoulder to heart and was talking to someone new. I let her know I had moved on. She cussed me out, called my new girlfriend some really nasty things even though she doesn't even know her, and basicly started treating me like shit. I half expected this, but I did want to remain friends for I did still love her. But she dumped me. I'm not crawling back to her just to be dumped again. How could I ever trust her again?
So, it's been over six months now. All this time I've tried to keep open communication with her, letting her know everything I'm doing and offering to help her out every way I can. She refuses all my help and refuses to have anything to do with me, generally not even bothering to respond to any of my messages. When she does talk to me, it's to tell me how bad of a person I am and how miserable she is and how I'm not doing anything to help her. But then when I do offer help she again refuses. Basicly I can't figure her out anymore.
Well a few days ago I got spammed with messages from her. First at how miserable she is, then about how bad of a person I am, and then about how I'm not doing anything to help her out. She even mentions losing the child and if she does have the child, not giving him my name. I'm not as concerned about my son's name as I am about my son living. Though if he did miscarry, that would mean I wouldn't have to deal with her anymore, it kills me to think such a thing. He is my son!
And to finish off our little discussion, she mentions something new. Seems she's befriended someone I know. My son's biological father. The same man who abused my friendship, borrowing hundreds of dollars and hundreds of dollars worth of stuff and then not paying a dime to help out his son, only buying him one little onsie the whole year he's been alive. Seems he has been telling my ex "the truth" about me. God only knows what lies he's come up with. If they're anything like the lies he told his family or the completely different lies he's told everyone we both know, then they could be pretty bad. But what I find so very hard to believe is that she would believe anything he said after all the time we spent together. How could she possibly not know me? The true me. Mind-boggling.
Anyhow, so tomorrow I'm planning on headin up her way and confronting her face to face. Possibly getting some of my stuff back from her. Possibly talking some sense into her. Possibly realizing it's all just so futile with her and giving up on my son. God I hope not. Just don't know what else to do. I've been driving around with her and her daughter's Christmas gifts in my vehicle for over six months now. I've still get her birthday gift from even before then. I've got all the money I've kept aside to pay her doctor bills if she ever would have gone. All these things seem so petty to me though. But maybe that's all she really wants.
Fear and loathing... dazed and confused... what's a boy suppose to do?