Today, I moved back in with my parents because I found out my boyfriend of almost 4 years and father of my two children (we have a 2 year old and I’m 6 months pregnant) was talking to females behind my back, once again. This is the 3rd time in a four month time span. The first time, I stayed at my parents house for the weekend and was convinced he was only doing it for followers on Instagram (rookie mistake). The second time, I found out the day after thanksgiving. This time his excuse was we were arguing heavily at this time, I didn’t get him anything for his birthday, and he thought “i was going to leave him”. I tried to convince myself breaking up with him and sleeping on a blow up mattress in the living room of our apartment would work (another mistake, we ended up rekindling after a week).

Last night, when I found out once again, was the last straw. His last and final reasoning behind this was

Mind you, I’m 6 months pregnant, I hate getting out the house (especially since it’s been cold), I’m in pain, and I’m just tired overall. Something I wish he’d understandI moved out the very next day. I’m back at home with my parents in their two spare bedrooms ( one for me and baby when he gets here and one for my son ). Im so hurt, more than I thought I’d be. Maybe because this time, there will be no next time.

Ever since last year we’ve had issues in our relationship. To him, it’s all about money. We moved in together in 2018, he has paid all bills (except for my car payment, renters insurance, water, groceries, and we go half on our sons daycare bill). Mid last year he started having an issue with that, he said I was living off of him for free and that I should be pitching in. Mind you, at the time he made $4 more than me, and he now makes almost $10 more than me an hour + 3 hours over time/week. I only make $12/hour and I’m also working on my Pharmamcy Tech Certification also while taking care of our 2 year old. I absolutely never got help when we lived together. I fed him, I bathed him, I bought the things he needed. I’m always exhausted. But was still expected to keep the apartment clean, with also no help. Just trash left everywhere.

But besides fighting about money, social media, and having no help around the house - we were best friends. Since the beginning of our relationship we could tell each other anything and everything.

I just need you alls prayers, good vibes, and encouragement on this journey I’m about to embark on. I’m scared, I’m hurt, and I feel so weak.

Here’s some pictures of my boys 💙

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