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Well guys it took me a while to decide wether or not to post this up here. but i consider this forum as a cyber family to me and instead of going and spreading it on face book or MSN messenger, i would rather speak with a majority of intelligent people about my every day dilemas and joys.
Well heres the short of a LONG story. 6yrs ago i met this girl.. first 3 years was heaven then some shit happened...i got really hurt and that was when i lost it..just started a whole new life, habit, lifestyle. that some was good and more was bad. about 2yrs later we started seeing eachother again..i wasnt ready for a relationship, and i made that clear.. but i didnt want to stop being friends with her. the problem was, we were friends with benefits..NO PROBLEM..well thats what i thought.. in her mind marriage was on the brain since 2yrs back. not ready and standing my ground thats where we stayed.
I do love this girl, i care about her ALOT! sometimes i feel WAY more then i should. But i do and i cant deny it. I dont want to marry her because i just dont feel that we have resolved our problems we just keep pushing them aside and never really getting down to the issue at hand. Well while im enjoying my new house, Sweet lexus and a best friend who was always by my side ( my homie Urban ) life couldnt get any better.
So she came back into my life and the Friends with benefits came into effect again.. we spent more " TIME " together. and then one day she discovered a relationship i was having with a certain someone and didnt like it. she called her and things just blew up from there. she said she will never talk to me again. and after being screamed at every degrating word you could imagine she jumped in the car and that was it.
4 days later she comes back..while enjoying the time being alone and letting my mind relax..she shows up with some news....
" i missed my rag " :suspiciou :suspiciou :suspiciou
i took a little while to set in, and then i got pissed.. i was breaking shit in my house..and screaming at the top of my lungs! i settle down and got to the investigation.
as i was very carefull and pulled out when i didnt have a moby suit on. But she went on the pill..and thats where i got stupid..always asking if she took it.. almost 4 days went by and she was out..and that is where i fucked up.
SOOOOO she is now almost 5 months. ive gotten over being pissed cause maybe this was needed in my life. im doing pretty good for myself and maybe this is what i need to push me to get more money and give me and my child a better life.
I do hope things can work out between her and I, but im not going to be a typical man in a realtionship and have her degrade me and stereo-type me as a typical guy, im gonna be there for my child and raise them as i was raised.
Its a scary feeling because i couldnt seem to figure out how many guns i could hold the first day a boy comes to my door for my daughter. and what age should i get the 200 pound Rotty to follow her to school?
For some of you that dont know.. i was still living at home a little under 3 years ago. My step father wanted me out so off i went to my bavhelors apartment, $200 in the bank, no job, no car, just a red motorcycle with no insurance. my homie ( dog ) and the key to my $600 a month place.
So in three years a lot of stuff has changed and the pressure of this life has become 10 times the weight my chest could normally hold.
I wont change myself, i will still be who i am but with a little follower. I will watch what i do and say knowing this, but i will be sure that my child will be ready for this world.. learn from young the reality of this life.
I am really worried, but im sure i will be okay.
Thanks again for hearing my rants and stories..
so wish me luck.....

Well heres the short of a LONG story. 6yrs ago i met this girl.. first 3 years was heaven then some shit happened...i got really hurt and that was when i lost it..just started a whole new life, habit, lifestyle. that some was good and more was bad. about 2yrs later we started seeing eachother again..i wasnt ready for a relationship, and i made that clear.. but i didnt want to stop being friends with her. the problem was, we were friends with benefits..NO PROBLEM..well thats what i thought.. in her mind marriage was on the brain since 2yrs back. not ready and standing my ground thats where we stayed.
I do love this girl, i care about her ALOT! sometimes i feel WAY more then i should. But i do and i cant deny it. I dont want to marry her because i just dont feel that we have resolved our problems we just keep pushing them aside and never really getting down to the issue at hand. Well while im enjoying my new house, Sweet lexus and a best friend who was always by my side ( my homie Urban ) life couldnt get any better.
So she came back into my life and the Friends with benefits came into effect again.. we spent more " TIME " together. and then one day she discovered a relationship i was having with a certain someone and didnt like it. she called her and things just blew up from there. she said she will never talk to me again. and after being screamed at every degrating word you could imagine she jumped in the car and that was it.
4 days later she comes back..while enjoying the time being alone and letting my mind relax..she shows up with some news....
" i missed my rag " :suspiciou :suspiciou :suspiciou
i took a little while to set in, and then i got pissed.. i was breaking shit in my house..and screaming at the top of my lungs! i settle down and got to the investigation.
as i was very carefull and pulled out when i didnt have a moby suit on. But she went on the pill..and thats where i got stupid..always asking if she took it.. almost 4 days went by and she was out..and that is where i fucked up.
SOOOOO she is now almost 5 months. ive gotten over being pissed cause maybe this was needed in my life. im doing pretty good for myself and maybe this is what i need to push me to get more money and give me and my child a better life.
I do hope things can work out between her and I, but im not going to be a typical man in a realtionship and have her degrade me and stereo-type me as a typical guy, im gonna be there for my child and raise them as i was raised.
Its a scary feeling because i couldnt seem to figure out how many guns i could hold the first day a boy comes to my door for my daughter. and what age should i get the 200 pound Rotty to follow her to school?
For some of you that dont know.. i was still living at home a little under 3 years ago. My step father wanted me out so off i went to my bavhelors apartment, $200 in the bank, no job, no car, just a red motorcycle with no insurance. my homie ( dog ) and the key to my $600 a month place.
So in three years a lot of stuff has changed and the pressure of this life has become 10 times the weight my chest could normally hold.
I wont change myself, i will still be who i am but with a little follower. I will watch what i do and say knowing this, but i will be sure that my child will be ready for this world.. learn from young the reality of this life.
I am really worried, but im sure i will be okay.
Thanks again for hearing my rants and stories..
so wish me luck.....