Hey all, I’ve been lurking on these forums for about a month now, so I thought I would introduce myself and how I came to figuratively see the red dawn of what we call women.
My story is as follows, (sounds like the SVU intro lol)
I met a girl at uni who became a friend of mine and came to a party I held at the end of the uni year. One day she came to hang out at my place and during said time decided to sit on my lap while I was on a tyre swing and confessed how much she liked me. She was married and so I instantly reminded her of that and that I wasn’t interested. She decided to hang around regardless that day and stayed for dinner. Later that evening I noticed her in my bed wearing one of my shirts. I admit, I responded both immorally and stupidly by allowing myself to be seduced by her. The end of her marriage was the start of our relations~~~ and I put up with a lot of s~~~ from her ex-husband and her talking about how he’s the only one that truly understood her for about 6 months. Oddly enough during this time I lost about 10kg and was diagnosed with anxiety and prescribed Xydep.
We continued to have our relations~~~ initially hidden from her parents (which lived next door), as she didn’t want them finding out, ha ha . Eventually I met her parents and things started to eventually ‘settle’ relatively. She was super horny and would want it all the time and would wake me up for sex, wanted sex outside and even gave me a BJ when I was driving once. She told me she had PCOS. Well it didn’t stop her from getting pregnant and we had a son. Initially she was full of joy, but her mood started to descend. She would blame everything on me and start arguments and would make a big scene about everything and even booted me out of the car once to walk home saying ‘she didn’t feel safe’. She even called my parents once after an arguement and I was ready to leave that night, yet my parents seemed to help us patch it over. I knew at that point our issues could not be resolved so a couple of weeks after, with the advice of my parents and a relative who is a lawyer, I bailed with as much of my stuff as I could pack in the car. I had already taken my most important documents and other small valuables the week before without her knowledge.
Her response was one of hysteria. She called my family incessantly till I called her old man to tell her to stop. She stalked me at work the next day and made a scene till I agreed to visit her after (I didn’t). When I went with my Dad to pick up more of my stuff and she sat my son on the table in front of me and said I wouldn’t be able to see him until I went to an anger management course, jumped through a heap of legal hoops and would have to have a 3rd party for visits.
I didn’t see my son for four months (7 months – 11 months old), I didn’t want to go near her for fear of false accusations, which had prior led me to hit the eject button out of her house in the stealthy manner I did. Finally I was cleared for legal aid for mediation and got a tiny bit of visitation. I now currently see my son twice a week during the day (which is good enough for me at this point).
I quit the medication and am continuing on working towards my career and feel a whole lot better now I’m not with her. She truly didn’t care for me and I doubt she cares for our son who just seems to be the means for a paycheck and a pawn for control. I love the little guy though and despite the s~~~ that went down he’s brought colour to my life. However I won’t be foolish enough to let someone drain me emotionally and financially where I can (obviously I pay child support).
Lucky I didn’t marry the bitch.
Courage is the key to life itself - Morgan Freeman
RedDawn 4 years, 6 months ago.
