DS's father has never met DS (who will be turning 5 in December). We broke up 3 months into the pregnancy because he pretty much just didn't care. He doesn't even pay the court ordered child support anymore. It was so hard on me at first, but now I'm mostly at peace with it because he would have been a horrible influence on DS. It sucks that DS doesn't have a daddy, but I remember that his biodad is not someone he deserves in his life.
DC2 is the baby I lost at 8 1/2 weeks pregnant, when DS was 2. His father wasn't really there. He was pretty reluctant to even talk to me when I told him I was pregnant (it was one of those "one stupid, stupid night" things, though we did hang out a couple times after that, before I found out I'd gotten pregnant). But after I lost the baby he occasionally texted me and asked me how I was doing. We lost touch and then he got in contact with me again two years later (last December). We actually talked about the baby, and what could've been. A lot of questions neither of us asked when I was pregnant were asked and answered. It made me feel a lot better about a lot of things. He still texts me periodically and asks me how I'm doing.
Then I got pregnant with the baby I'm carrying now. The father and I had been seeing each other (great chemistry, hung out a lot, and obviously DTD enough times for this sneaky baby to come about)...but not officially and it hadn't been very long. He took the news pretty well. After I told him about my "baby daddy" history he even said, "Well, I think you finally found a good guy to have a kid with." My apartment lease was up so I moved in with him. I took a chance. He turned out to be an emotionally abusive alcoholic. Things got very bad, and he left me in dangerous situations on multiple occasions. He kicked me out and luckily a good friend of mine is letting me stay with her. The original plan was to move to Oklahoma where another friend of mine lives. A whole 3 1/2 hours away. And he didn't care. Now he's not attending any appointments (his decision) and have called him every week for the past three, asking that he call me back so we can discuss getting the rest of my things and money I need for the baby. It's the same routine... "Sure, I'll call you." A week goes by so I call him (at work, no less, because he doesn't have a phone or got one and hasn't given me the number) and the process repeats. And I'm scared to death that he'll actually try to fight for custody after baby is here. I would rather he bail completely like DS's biodad did, I don't want to have to fight with someone who would put me in danger while carrying his child, I can't trust him for one second alone with this baby. If it were up to me he would continue financial support and just disappear out of this baby's life altogether. The only positive to that is he lives an hour away, and I doubt he'll want to "waste" the time driving an hour each way on the two days he gets off a week...I really, really hope he just goes away.
It's so sad that the guy who was evasive and reluctant for the few weeks I carried our child is THE BEST guy of them all. He cared more about me and this child than the "fathers" of my two living children. And that's pretty sad considering he obviously didn't care THAT damn much!
And here I am, stuck again. I DON'T want to live with my parents again, but I'm praying that they'll let me, because I don't think I have any other choice. I got my hopes up, thinking I had found a good guy and that we would be able to raise this baby together as a family, something I've been wanting since I was pregnant with DS, and now I'm in a worse situation than if he had never pretended to care and I had never gotten my hopes up. I don't deserve this and neither do my children, and I'm so tired of meeting JERKS (this includes the guy that I got seriously involved with a couple years ago who became a father figure to DS and then just walked out one day and left me jobless and nearly homeless). I wish the universe would stop playing these games with me.
DC2 is the baby I lost at 8 1/2 weeks pregnant, when DS was 2. His father wasn't really there. He was pretty reluctant to even talk to me when I told him I was pregnant (it was one of those "one stupid, stupid night" things, though we did hang out a couple times after that, before I found out I'd gotten pregnant). But after I lost the baby he occasionally texted me and asked me how I was doing. We lost touch and then he got in contact with me again two years later (last December). We actually talked about the baby, and what could've been. A lot of questions neither of us asked when I was pregnant were asked and answered. It made me feel a lot better about a lot of things. He still texts me periodically and asks me how I'm doing.
Then I got pregnant with the baby I'm carrying now. The father and I had been seeing each other (great chemistry, hung out a lot, and obviously DTD enough times for this sneaky baby to come about)...but not officially and it hadn't been very long. He took the news pretty well. After I told him about my "baby daddy" history he even said, "Well, I think you finally found a good guy to have a kid with." My apartment lease was up so I moved in with him. I took a chance. He turned out to be an emotionally abusive alcoholic. Things got very bad, and he left me in dangerous situations on multiple occasions. He kicked me out and luckily a good friend of mine is letting me stay with her. The original plan was to move to Oklahoma where another friend of mine lives. A whole 3 1/2 hours away. And he didn't care. Now he's not attending any appointments (his decision) and have called him every week for the past three, asking that he call me back so we can discuss getting the rest of my things and money I need for the baby. It's the same routine... "Sure, I'll call you." A week goes by so I call him (at work, no less, because he doesn't have a phone or got one and hasn't given me the number) and the process repeats. And I'm scared to death that he'll actually try to fight for custody after baby is here. I would rather he bail completely like DS's biodad did, I don't want to have to fight with someone who would put me in danger while carrying his child, I can't trust him for one second alone with this baby. If it were up to me he would continue financial support and just disappear out of this baby's life altogether. The only positive to that is he lives an hour away, and I doubt he'll want to "waste" the time driving an hour each way on the two days he gets off a week...I really, really hope he just goes away.
It's so sad that the guy who was evasive and reluctant for the few weeks I carried our child is THE BEST guy of them all. He cared more about me and this child than the "fathers" of my two living children. And that's pretty sad considering he obviously didn't care THAT damn much!
And here I am, stuck again. I DON'T want to live with my parents again, but I'm praying that they'll let me, because I don't think I have any other choice. I got my hopes up, thinking I had found a good guy and that we would be able to raise this baby together as a family, something I've been wanting since I was pregnant with DS, and now I'm in a worse situation than if he had never pretended to care and I had never gotten my hopes up. I don't deserve this and neither do my children, and I'm so tired of meeting JERKS (this includes the guy that I got seriously involved with a couple years ago who became a father figure to DS and then just walked out one day and left me jobless and nearly homeless). I wish the universe would stop playing these games with me.











