02-17-2004,05:41 AM
I've never had any problems with girls liking me when I was growing up. I was always thought of as the unlikable type. I wasn't quite athletic enough to be a jock and was never smart enough to be a nerd so I kind of settled somewhere in the middle. it was a bitch during school but now that school is over it's not nearly as bad. I remember one time when I was yunger I was told a girl said she liked me and wanted to go out with me and I got very excited because it was a girl I was interested in at the time. it turned out it was just a mean joke a bunch of girls were playing on me though (kids can be so mean) there were a few girls I remember liking when I was yunger but I have no idea what's happened to them since then.
I remember my last relationship though, it resulted in 3 children (2 natural and 1 adopted). I thought I was in love and I was broken up so much when I found out she cheated on me, she got a job and the very first day she started working she screwed one of her supervisors. even though I was hurt I didn't want to split with her. but because she wanted to live the single life again we seperated for about 5 months. she felt like being evil and would call me every time she went out with another guy (we were married for about 2 or 3 years at this time). eventully I started going out with my friends more and when she called one night to tell me about one of the guys she went out with I told her I was going to be going out with another girl (which was a lie). I guess it got her jealous or something because the very next day she came over and wanted to get back together with me. she said she didn't like the thought of me with someone else. of course I was so lin love with her that we did end up getting back together. 2 years later, which I thought were good years, she does almost the same thing again. she got a new job and started screwing around. again it tore me up inside and again she wanted me gone so she could live the single life. I would have done anything to stay with her but she wouldn't have it so I moved out and again she would call me and try to tell me about all the fun she's having. it took a lot to keep my mind away from her and what she was doiing. it also took a lot to keep me from killing myself. if I didn't care what would happen to the rest of my family or how they felt (my mom, dad, sisters and kids) I honestly don't think I'd be alive today.
well eventully I met a girl online (I was spending a lot of time online) I really needed a friend at the time (all my old friends abandonded me) and out of over 100 people I e-mailed she was the only one to reply. we got to talking and slowly I began falling in love with her and to my relief she fell in love with me too. almost 2 years later she's carrying my baby and I'm racking my brains thinking of a way to propose to her.
you might remember when my girlfriend was pregnant the first time (we had a miscarriage). when my ex found out my girlfriend was pregnant she flew off her rocker and did everything she could to hurt us, all the stress is what lead to the miscarriage. my ex was also pregnant at this time and was constantly begging me to come back to her, that she would leave her current boyfriend that she's with and "get rid" of the baby she was pregnant with. I still get creaped out thinking of all the things she did to hurt us. now my ex is pretending to be all friendly with me, of course she doesn't know that Allison is pregnant. I'm afraid of what she might do if she finds out.
so ya, there was a time when I liked someone who turned out to be someone crazy. and ther was a time when a crazy person liked me that I wanted no part of.
the world is full of psychos, you learn to deal with it.
Last edited by Purple Penguin; 02-17-2004 at 05:46 AM.
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