Here’s my story...

Just thought I’d share a little about me and my family!

I’m 23, pregnant with my third baby. I have two girls, 3 and my youngest will be 2 in December. My girls are a year and a half apart. Baby girl on the way due in March 2018!

So! The father of my girls and I aren’t together. We slit June of last year, a couple weeks after my birthday. I honestly met him on instagram, we have mutual friends (lots of them 🙄) saw my friend liked his picture, followed and one thing led to another. I met him when I was 18, just getting into college. I was also still a virgin when I met him. He used every line possible to make me feel like the most important girl in the world. Mind you, growing up I was on the heavier side and I never had s boyfriend, little flings but that’s about it, I was always the “cool friend” growing up. So when a guy came along make me feel the most important ever, of course my attention was drawn. We met October of 2012 and two weeks later he asked me to be his girlfriend. 3 months in, I lost my virginity to him. He never really pushed me to do it but for some reason I felt like I had to or he’d leave. I know, dumb reason. I was the type that whoever I lost my virginity to and ended up having kids with, they would be the only one I would be with. He controlled me like crazy. I never saw my family, I would skip school to see him, although I never missed a day of work (I worked two jobs). But he sucked up my money like crazy. I had saved almost $4,000 and after meeting him, that was gone in less than 3 months. He had a job but was so hooked on his marijuana and who knows what else, he for some reason never had money, and yet I never questioned it. The more into our relationship, the more he’d try to push me to even have sex when I never wanted to and to be honest, I stopped wanting to with him but he made me feel like there was something wrong with ME bc of that. 4 months into our relationship, he wanted to move in together but I didn’t like the idea and he told me if I didn’t he’d leave me. I said fine bye 👋🏽 and yet he stuck around and I let him. Cole to our one year anniversary, a month later we found out I was pregnant. He wanted to move in together and he was renting a room in his bosses home. How were we gonna live there with a child? I again didn’t like the idea but he pushed me to do it. I packed my things and left without telling my parents. My mom was miserable and she had my aunt tell me my mom wanted to talk to me. I was working at my night job when she told me that, I told him I was going to have a talk with my mom and go right home after. What does he do? Show up at my job and cause a scene. This type of job I was just filing paperwork after hours and it was only me and another girl younger than me. She freaked out and just left. He was yelling, throwing everything around, screaming at me, mainly did it bc he was afraid I was going to leave him. He grabbed my things and practically dragged me to the car. I’m crying hysterically, he’s still yelling, calling me MANY names, told me he wanted to crash the car into a pole and that he was going to take me to the hospital to abort the baby. My anxiety skyrocketed, I’m shaking like crazy. I was also 3 months pregnant at the time and he broke my phone while yelling at me at my job. We end up back at his place. I was able to get my phone to work to secretly text my mom to go get me. She shows up and I run out. She has my sister and brother in law show up and he tried to fight my brother in law. Stupid. I leave and yet my idiot self a month later texts him saying I want to go back with him. You can imagine the frustrations from my parents, and I don’t blame them. I thought things would get better, they never did. He still kept me from my family. Kept my daughter from my family as well. Fast forward to her being about 10 months and I got pregnant again. That time, he honestly didn’t seem happy (first tile he was ecstatic). That pregnancy was different. First baby we took maternity pictures, went to peekaboo for 3D ultrasounds, the whole 9 yards. Second baby, none of that, he never acknowledged my belly, nothing, in the delivery room he was there maybe 5% of the time, my mom was by my side the WHOLE time. In the hospital after she was born, he would leave numerous times with no explanation as to where. Come to my youngest being 6 months, last June, the arguments never stopped. I couldn’t say anything even in a nice way bc everything was taken out of context. He started going out every night being out until 2 or even 3 in the morning. Would tell me he was working during the day and I heard people saw him elsewhere. When we split, he told me after I had my second daughter, he was absent a lot bc he was cheating on me. I don’t know if that’s true but I honestly wouldn’t doubt it. Told me every horrible thing possible. I got anxiety to the point to where I couldn’t be alone, had post partum depression, I couldn’t look myself in the mirror bc I hated what I saw. I lost myself. He tore me apart, he verbally, mentally and emotionally abused me. Dealing with custody battles, the court gave their dad supervised visitation, I can drug test him randomly 3 times a month and he needs to be clean or he loses a day with the girls, he needs to take anger management classes, and pay child support that HE decided to pay $700 for when courts originally ordered $318. He hasn’t paid, he hasn’t seen my daughters in the last month and he just comes and goes when he pleases, was drug tested last week, it came out dirty, he hasn’t been going to his classes. I’ve been bending over backwards to try to coparent, making sure things work out for HIS benefit, which I honestly think is ridiculous. And yet he won’t show up and he just doesn’t seem to care about the girls. He constantly talks about drinking and drugs, his precious little Jeep he spends ridricuoous amounts of money on and screwing what he calls his “bitches” left and right. It’s honestly sad to know my daughters are around someone who flaunts all of that. But hey, law says the kids need their “father” around🤷🏽‍♀️

Anyways, December of 2016, I met an amazing guy, so loving, caring, family oriented, and most of all my girls fell in love with him and he fell in love with them right back. He doesn’t ever try to take their dads place but oh how they adore him. He and I are expecting our baby girl, his first baby. When I first met him, we hit it off. I’m friends with his cousin and she’s the one who introduced us. We started talking and it’s as if I’d known him for years. He’s the easiest person to get along with, he makes sure he puts me and the girls before himself. I feel as if I’ve fallen in love with my best friend. My family LOVES him, my mom told me herself I wouldn’t ever find someone like him bc for him to accept my kids, not many men are like that (they’re out there but they’re rare! Haha). He supports me and pushes me to always try my hardest in anything I do. Even though we haven’t been together long and we’re having a baby, I honestly feel I’ve made the best choice in even just meeting him. My mom sort of has a “sixth sense” for knowing if a person is a good person. She doesn’t judge but she gets a vibe, and if her gut is telling her something is wrong, she is 10000% of the time ALWAYS right, idk how she does it haha anyways, she felt something right about him. She was upset that I got pregnant without finishing school and my girls being so young, but after having our reveal just this past weekend, I’ve been able to talk more to her about the baby and many other things. She has told my boyfriend she has appreciated everything he does, that he doesn’t take me away from my family and has made me a better person and is so loving to my daughters.

Well, that’s my crazy story 😅 thanks for taking the time to read!