*Disclaimer: I have no intentions of dating, period. Not either of these guys, not anyone. At all. Just so no one has to bother telling me to keep my priorities straight and refrain from dating.Â
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So... now that I'm in this craziness (baby on the way, the "father" is a UAV to put it nicely) I've been thinking a lot about two of my ex's.
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I think often about the last long term relationship prior to this baby's "father." I don't know why...but I do. He was really, really great...until he got scared and ditched us. Right after I quit my job and I was left to scramble and barely managed to keep a roof over my head and had to get food from my parents. I keep thinking about how, up until that point, he really was great, whereas baby's "father" had only a few weeks of being good. Never great (though I might have fooled myself a little at the time into thinking he was). But there's a reason why I no longer speak to ditchy-ex. While he was great for a good long time, he ended up doing a horrible thing. I decided I couldn't even be friends with him after that, and I do not regret that decision.
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I also think a lot about the father of my second child (that I lost). Long story short with him... the baby was conceived on a very stupid night with a lot of alcohol and very, very stupid mistakes. I'll admit it. And when I told him he was pretty distant. We didn't really talk about it...and when I lost the baby he would occasionally text me asking how I was. We lost touch a few months later (my phone broke, he changed his number) and then a year later he got in touch with me again. He searched out his old phone to get my number. We finally talked about the baby and everything. It healed a lot of emotional wounds for me. Up until recently (now that my phone is shut off because I have no job to pay it), so for the past year that we've been in touch again, he periodically texts me to see how I'm doing. We had a stupid night that resulted in a pregnancy that ended a couple months later and he still cares about me. He has the same attachment to me that I seem to have to him...there may be nothing romantic there, but each of us is the parent of the child that we almost had. Make any sense?
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Anyway...so I keep thinking about them. And it's driving me nuts. I just keep thinking about the "best" relationship I had and the "best" biodad any of my children had (DS's biodad has never met him and is totally out of the picture)...and it just breaks my heart. What is so wrong with me and, more importantly, what's so wrong with my children that the BEST we ever had was, overall, pretty shitty anyway?Â
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Bleh. I just needed to get out a little self pity moment. Overall, I'm doing really well. Things are looking up for me and I'm grateful for what I do have (that my family and I are slowly mending things, and always grateful for my children)...but we all have self pity moments, I suppose.
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If you read this far, thanks for listening. I'm so thankful to have a place where I can just get these feelings out and know that I will be understood.Â









). But I am glad that I made those changes. For one, the obvious fact that I realized it wasn't me, it was him. But I learned ways to cope with clutter and successfully keep things in check, I learned how to manage my bipolar relatively okay (though VERY hard) while pregnant and hormonal without meds and living in a place where I felt lonely and unwanted every second of every day, and I learned a little more how to just let certain things go that didn't matter in the big picture (like the dirty laundry that he could never pick up off the bathroom floor, haha).Â
 And I got out in time to keep my baby from getting his last name! Which I am super excited about. My last name is so unique and rare that I honestly don't ever want any of my kids to not have my last name, hehe.
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