Exmxb
mama to Samuel â¥
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Things have basically crumbled between the father of my boys and I. The last few months that we were together, he was gone constantly on a "job" where he made no money, or I guess he did but he was spending it all on booze as he's an alcoholic. We got evicted from our apartment in October, to be out at the beginning of November, and he wasn't even in the state for the court date and the apartment was in his name so I had no choice but to take our first son and leave. I was about 8 weeks at the time, and went to a homeless shelter.
We kept talking, I updated him on our first son a lot, and told him I missed him and yada yada. Something about him being the father of my kids makes it so hard to let him go, even after dealing with him being an alcoholic and never doing anything around the house or anything financially.
I ended up going to a homeless shelter for a few months with my son, but it was extremely far away from my family and I didn't have a car or anything so grocery shopping and stuff was impossible. I moved back in with my parents at the very end of January. My mother and I don't get along well, so it was definitely a last resort, and on top of that, within days, my mother was getting upset because my son would stay up late and be noisy (i KIND of am understanding about this because she does have to work early but she was nasty about it).
I didn't have a choice so I asked my sons' father to take him for the week, during the weekdays. He said it was fine, blah blah, I could pick him up for the weekend. Cool. That's not how it played out though. He ended up blocking me on FB (our only method of communication at that time), filling for sole custody and a protection from abuse order so I could not contact him or my son. A very very long, agonizing month (and a few days) went by before court, and of course, the order was dropped because all his claims against me were completely BS.
That day, I went to his mother's house (where he's been living since we lost our place), and asked him to see my kid for the first time in more than a month. I cried and he missed me a lot, and we began working out a temporary visit schedule until we have court for custody (which is next week, joy), and I told him all I've ever wanted was fairness, 50/50 custody. We have been doing visits each week for 3/4 and 4/3 days.
The real kicker is, I don't think we will be able to work things out, even though I still really love him (which is stupid and almost embarrassing to me after all that he's done to me). When he first blocked me on FB (beginning of February), I went on my other account and saw that he was actually in a relationship with an ex fling of his, that he used to say some pretty rude nasty stuff about when we were together of course, and they had been in a relationship since New Years, and him and I hadn't officially broken up since January 11th...
I asked him about her the last few times I was there and he acted like the relationship was not real, that it was kind of a joke and said they didn't really see each other. But the LAST time I was there, I saw a LARGE quantity of condoms, which I pointed at, but he didnt say anything. I had to excuse myself and leave after that. His mother's in her 50s and single, so I highly doubt they're hers. The other stupid thing that confuses me is he told me a few months ago that he found religion and yada yada and doesn't believe in premarital sex and "the next person he sleeps with is going to be his wife." (Which is completely backwards from how he used to think when we first got together--he didn't believe in marriage and thought it was dumb and blah blah)
Regardless... I can only assume that means he's slept with at least one other woman, which is a total deal breaker for me. I asked him if he slept with her in a text a week or two ago and he didn't answer me (which sort of confirms it for me), and when I pointed to the condoms, he didn't say anything and just walked away. I was clinging to the fact that he wasn't going to be sleeping with any other girls so maybe there was a shot that we could work things out. But he's clearly moved on but I'm stuck holding on to the past and sad.
I've gone back and forth between wanting him in the delivery room and being there when our second is born, and not. At this point it's probably going to be a not, I'm so disgusted and hurt by him at this point that I actually want to have a middle person so I don't have to see him when I pick up and drop off our son 'cause it just reopens all the pain when I see him, esp because some days he's REALLY nice and funny and wants to talk and is like the man I was with, and some days he's really nasty, hurtful and rude and just doesn't want anything to do with me.
SO bottom line, has anyone been COMPLETELY alone besides the doctors, nurses in the delivery room? How was it? I'm petrified, the idea just makes me want to cry thinking about it. I don't get along with my mom at all, and I would never ever want her in the room with me, and I wouldn't have my dad in there either. If you read my novel, you should get a medal! Thanks!
We kept talking, I updated him on our first son a lot, and told him I missed him and yada yada. Something about him being the father of my kids makes it so hard to let him go, even after dealing with him being an alcoholic and never doing anything around the house or anything financially.
I ended up going to a homeless shelter for a few months with my son, but it was extremely far away from my family and I didn't have a car or anything so grocery shopping and stuff was impossible. I moved back in with my parents at the very end of January. My mother and I don't get along well, so it was definitely a last resort, and on top of that, within days, my mother was getting upset because my son would stay up late and be noisy (i KIND of am understanding about this because she does have to work early but she was nasty about it).
I didn't have a choice so I asked my sons' father to take him for the week, during the weekdays. He said it was fine, blah blah, I could pick him up for the weekend. Cool. That's not how it played out though. He ended up blocking me on FB (our only method of communication at that time), filling for sole custody and a protection from abuse order so I could not contact him or my son. A very very long, agonizing month (and a few days) went by before court, and of course, the order was dropped because all his claims against me were completely BS.
That day, I went to his mother's house (where he's been living since we lost our place), and asked him to see my kid for the first time in more than a month. I cried and he missed me a lot, and we began working out a temporary visit schedule until we have court for custody (which is next week, joy), and I told him all I've ever wanted was fairness, 50/50 custody. We have been doing visits each week for 3/4 and 4/3 days.
The real kicker is, I don't think we will be able to work things out, even though I still really love him (which is stupid and almost embarrassing to me after all that he's done to me). When he first blocked me on FB (beginning of February), I went on my other account and saw that he was actually in a relationship with an ex fling of his, that he used to say some pretty rude nasty stuff about when we were together of course, and they had been in a relationship since New Years, and him and I hadn't officially broken up since January 11th...
I asked him about her the last few times I was there and he acted like the relationship was not real, that it was kind of a joke and said they didn't really see each other. But the LAST time I was there, I saw a LARGE quantity of condoms, which I pointed at, but he didnt say anything. I had to excuse myself and leave after that. His mother's in her 50s and single, so I highly doubt they're hers. The other stupid thing that confuses me is he told me a few months ago that he found religion and yada yada and doesn't believe in premarital sex and "the next person he sleeps with is going to be his wife." (Which is completely backwards from how he used to think when we first got together--he didn't believe in marriage and thought it was dumb and blah blah)
Regardless... I can only assume that means he's slept with at least one other woman, which is a total deal breaker for me. I asked him if he slept with her in a text a week or two ago and he didn't answer me (which sort of confirms it for me), and when I pointed to the condoms, he didn't say anything and just walked away. I was clinging to the fact that he wasn't going to be sleeping with any other girls so maybe there was a shot that we could work things out. But he's clearly moved on but I'm stuck holding on to the past and sad.
I've gone back and forth between wanting him in the delivery room and being there when our second is born, and not. At this point it's probably going to be a not, I'm so disgusted and hurt by him at this point that I actually want to have a middle person so I don't have to see him when I pick up and drop off our son 'cause it just reopens all the pain when I see him, esp because some days he's REALLY nice and funny and wants to talk and is like the man I was with, and some days he's really nasty, hurtful and rude and just doesn't want anything to do with me.
SO bottom line, has anyone been COMPLETELY alone besides the doctors, nurses in the delivery room? How was it? I'm petrified, the idea just makes me want to cry thinking about it. I don't get along with my mom at all, and I would never ever want her in the room with me, and I wouldn't have my dad in there either. If you read my novel, you should get a medal! Thanks!