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A lot's been going on that has kept me away from GTP for quite a while and now I have even more going on. Here's my tale.
My 17 yr old girlfriend is pregnant.
Backstory: In April I decided to move out of my fathers home and basically dis-own him as family. I took only the clothes on my back and me and my Ford Focus went to live with my girlfriend and her mother. I was sick of his abusiveness and I was sick of being so dependant on his money. I wanted to make it on my own and leave the life I was living all behind.
I went from richs to rags. From a mansion to a trailer. From not having to work to busting my ass for minmum wage... and I loved it. From April to about 2 weeks it was going great. I was happy, in love, and enjoying my minimum wage job. I had a nice enough car, a beautiful girl, a job that made me happy, and living with my girlfriend and her mom was like living in heaven. Happy times.
Then 2 weeks ago I come home from work and find my girlfriend waiting at the door for me. I come in the door and she sits me down and right out of the blue she tells me how she doesn't love me, how she wants me out, and that she is moving in 2 weeks and that this would be the last time I ever saw her.
I flipped. Completely. Everything I had, everything I am was there. It was my whole new life crashing all around me. I went aboutsolutely hystarical. I went from crying, to laughing, to extreme anger all in about 2 mins. I snapped and put my fist right through the front door of the house. I broke my right hand extremely bad and I new it right away.
While I was taking my frustratioins out on the door my girlfriend was packing her stuff and as I stood there clutching my hand she walked right past me with her mom and jumped in their van and started to drive off.
Thinking this was going to be the last time I see her, and my life feeling like it was crashing around me I decided to give chase in my car.
I knew full well what I was going to do, it was nothing I havn't tried before.
I came flying past them in my Focus just far enough away I wouldn't hit them and I threw my wheel sideways for the ditch. I was going 150k/ph and intentionally didn't have my seat belt on. I knew they were behind me watching me.
My car went spinnig in the ditch and I flew out of the ditch and spun through the air and landed 30 feet into a field.
I was tossed from the drivers side into the passengers and then thrown into the back seat. But obviously I survived.
The air bag went off and filled the car with powder, but from being thrown around so hard I was dizzy and thought the car was on fire. I knew that no matter what I did not want to burn to death so I crawled my way out of the car and laid in a small stream until the ambulance came.
A couple days in the hospital on a backboard. CT scans, X-rays, every kind of drug in the world being pumped into me, and here I am now. Severe whiplash, compressed spine, broken hand, sprained wrist, cuts, bumps, bruises. I was/am a hurting unit.
And here I am now.
I talked to my ex about a week ago to see how she was doing and she dropped the bomb on me. She is a month pregnant and the only reason she dumped me was cause she thought I was going to try to force her to have an abortion.
I was flabbergasted. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I still can hardly beleive it. Thank god I suck at dying or else I wouldn't get to see my own child. She told me she wants me to move back in with her, and she wants to try to work things out, for the childs sake.
But now I am stuck in bed and the computer chair for atleast another month, and I have no car, and my job is gone. I have no way to afford a child.
I have to get my **** together and have to get it together now. But I don't even know where to start.
Anyway, that's what has been up with me and why I was gone for so long. I got a friend to take pics of my Focus and when I get them from him I will post them up.
So yeah, I'm going to be a dad. Poor kid. I swear on everything I am though that this child will have a great life. I may not be able to buy him every possesion in the world like my own father could with me, but I will be able to give it something my father never could. I will love and cherish this child and give thanks everyday that I am blessed with it.
God... me a dad. Scary eh?
My 17 yr old girlfriend is pregnant.
Backstory: In April I decided to move out of my fathers home and basically dis-own him as family. I took only the clothes on my back and me and my Ford Focus went to live with my girlfriend and her mother. I was sick of his abusiveness and I was sick of being so dependant on his money. I wanted to make it on my own and leave the life I was living all behind.
I went from richs to rags. From a mansion to a trailer. From not having to work to busting my ass for minmum wage... and I loved it. From April to about 2 weeks it was going great. I was happy, in love, and enjoying my minimum wage job. I had a nice enough car, a beautiful girl, a job that made me happy, and living with my girlfriend and her mom was like living in heaven. Happy times.
Then 2 weeks ago I come home from work and find my girlfriend waiting at the door for me. I come in the door and she sits me down and right out of the blue she tells me how she doesn't love me, how she wants me out, and that she is moving in 2 weeks and that this would be the last time I ever saw her.
I flipped. Completely. Everything I had, everything I am was there. It was my whole new life crashing all around me. I went aboutsolutely hystarical. I went from crying, to laughing, to extreme anger all in about 2 mins. I snapped and put my fist right through the front door of the house. I broke my right hand extremely bad and I new it right away.
While I was taking my frustratioins out on the door my girlfriend was packing her stuff and as I stood there clutching my hand she walked right past me with her mom and jumped in their van and started to drive off.
Thinking this was going to be the last time I see her, and my life feeling like it was crashing around me I decided to give chase in my car.
I knew full well what I was going to do, it was nothing I havn't tried before.
I came flying past them in my Focus just far enough away I wouldn't hit them and I threw my wheel sideways for the ditch. I was going 150k/ph and intentionally didn't have my seat belt on. I knew they were behind me watching me.
My car went spinnig in the ditch and I flew out of the ditch and spun through the air and landed 30 feet into a field.
I was tossed from the drivers side into the passengers and then thrown into the back seat. But obviously I survived.
The air bag went off and filled the car with powder, but from being thrown around so hard I was dizzy and thought the car was on fire. I knew that no matter what I did not want to burn to death so I crawled my way out of the car and laid in a small stream until the ambulance came.
A couple days in the hospital on a backboard. CT scans, X-rays, every kind of drug in the world being pumped into me, and here I am now. Severe whiplash, compressed spine, broken hand, sprained wrist, cuts, bumps, bruises. I was/am a hurting unit.
And here I am now.
I talked to my ex about a week ago to see how she was doing and she dropped the bomb on me. She is a month pregnant and the only reason she dumped me was cause she thought I was going to try to force her to have an abortion.
I was flabbergasted. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I still can hardly beleive it. Thank god I suck at dying or else I wouldn't get to see my own child. She told me she wants me to move back in with her, and she wants to try to work things out, for the childs sake.
But now I am stuck in bed and the computer chair for atleast another month, and I have no car, and my job is gone. I have no way to afford a child.
I have to get my **** together and have to get it together now. But I don't even know where to start.
Anyway, that's what has been up with me and why I was gone for so long. I got a friend to take pics of my Focus and when I get them from him I will post them up.
So yeah, I'm going to be a dad. Poor kid. I swear on everything I am though that this child will have a great life. I may not be able to buy him every possesion in the world like my own father could with me, but I will be able to give it something my father never could. I will love and cherish this child and give thanks everyday that I am blessed with it.
God... me a dad. Scary eh?