I've had quite a few bad relationships at this point in my life, and I don't feel that I really want to have a family any longer. Why? I'll tell you...
I'm 24 years old. I was devorced from my wife before I was 21. I got married at the ripe old age of 19. I made a very stupid decision to marry this c*** after learning that she was pregnant.
Three months later, she ran off with her ex-husband and got an abortion. She came back to me a year and a half later, beat up and out of money. Never heard from her once in all that time before she came back to me. I was seeing other women, but I never filed on her. I thought I loved her. I thought she loved me still... I was young and I was dumb, and I know I still am. Thats why I don't wanna' f*** up anymore.
In the end, she skipped town after cleaning out my bank account and ran off with some soldier boy to Hawaii. Atleast I didn't have much. Still don't, but don't feel sorry for me. I'm fine.
Time went slowly by and the suicidal thoughts subsided -- I met someone new. Things started out pretty good at first, but I soon caught her in bed (my bed) with another man. Another 'soldier boy'. How do you like them apples?
This happend a few more times... only no more soldiers were involved (thank you, Jesus-- I'll remember to say my prayers more often).
Time went on again and I lost all faith in humanity. Women especially. I met someone newer. She's honest this time. Faithful. True. The only problem is that I'm not anymore. I really doubt that I could ever care about someone enough to marry them the way I am now.
She wants all that sh!t like most girls do. Kids, a house, a dog named spot. I'm not even sure I want the ability to provide it. She says she won't stay with me if I don't marry her and give her these things... Maybe I should.
And maybe it's time I got a vasectomy and gave up on the 'American' dream.
Should I? --
I'm 24 years old. I was devorced from my wife before I was 21. I got married at the ripe old age of 19. I made a very stupid decision to marry this c*** after learning that she was pregnant.
Three months later, she ran off with her ex-husband and got an abortion. She came back to me a year and a half later, beat up and out of money. Never heard from her once in all that time before she came back to me. I was seeing other women, but I never filed on her. I thought I loved her. I thought she loved me still... I was young and I was dumb, and I know I still am. Thats why I don't wanna' f*** up anymore.
In the end, she skipped town after cleaning out my bank account and ran off with some soldier boy to Hawaii. Atleast I didn't have much. Still don't, but don't feel sorry for me. I'm fine.
Time went slowly by and the suicidal thoughts subsided -- I met someone new. Things started out pretty good at first, but I soon caught her in bed (my bed) with another man. Another 'soldier boy'. How do you like them apples?
This happend a few more times... only no more soldiers were involved (thank you, Jesus-- I'll remember to say my prayers more often).
Time went on again and I lost all faith in humanity. Women especially. I met someone newer. She's honest this time. Faithful. True. The only problem is that I'm not anymore. I really doubt that I could ever care about someone enough to marry them the way I am now.
She wants all that sh!t like most girls do. Kids, a house, a dog named spot. I'm not even sure I want the ability to provide it. She says she won't stay with me if I don't marry her and give her these things... Maybe I should.
And maybe it's time I got a vasectomy and gave up on the 'American' dream.
Should I? --