After reading all of these posts, I decided to add mine. Please don't judge me, I haven't lived a "Mother Theresa" lifestyle.
in high school, my friend was talking to some guy, while she was dating
someone else. Anyways, she would always come back with stories about
how good this side guys head game was. A few months later, my friend and
her side piece stop talking. I get a call and its her side piece. He
tells me that he actually liked me first and all this BS. So to make a
long story short, we got together and I let him give me oral and the sad
thing is,it wasn't even good. I definitely regret it to this day.
forward to a few years. I meet this guy, I wasn't really interested in
him, but gave him a chance because he practically begged to talk to me.
Later on in the relationship I found out that he has a baby on the way.
At that point I left him, so he could work it out with his baby's mom.
year later, I get a knock on my door and it is him. He tells me that
him and the mother of his child are not together and he always thinks
about me. So, I give him another chance. I should have listened to my
instincts. There would be times when I will call him, and someone will
pick up and then hang up the phone. Or, I will call him and he wouldn't
pick up and he would return my call hours later, or the next day. Or he
would be "babysitting" really late at night.
I confront him with
his behavior and he tells me that him and his baby mother have nothing
going on, and if I want I can call her. I call her and she tells me that
there is nothing going on. So I let it go. Fast forward a few weeks,
I'm working, and I look up and it is the baby's mother, with her friend.
She starts telling me that I'm a home wrecker and her friend is yelling
at me too. I called security and got them out. And broke things off
with him as soon as I got home.
Lets fast forward a few more
months. We have gotten back together because he is a smooth talker, and
end up getting pregnant. I Know...silly me. During the pregnancy he
tells me to get an abortion, I refuse. We separate. After my child is
born he contacts my family begging for forgiveness, and asks my family
to ask me to forgive him too. Which I do. We get engaged
, then baby #2 is on the way. At this point I am very ill and not feeling up to have anyone touch me.
finally near the end of my pregnancy I give in to having sex with him.
We are doing our thing, and I'm about to go down and notice some strange
things on his penis. I jump and like "What the hell is on your penis",
his response, "I went to the doctor and I have genital warts"...I was so
shocked and disgusted that he would not even tell me and risk me
becoming infected. What an ass. I ask him where he got it from and he
tells me from the mother of his 1st child. At that point I had enough, I
left him and have never looked back. I am in a great place in my life,
it seems like when I was with him things would just go down hill.
have made a lot of bad decisions but now that my focus is on getting
right with Christ, it all has worked out better than I could have hoped