What a Man, What a Man What a Mighty Mighty

“You probably can’t even get pregnant” he muttered, with the stench of Brandy coming from his pores and lingering from his breath. Immediately the lump in my throat felt, wouldn’t allow me to swallow. Speechless I stood there wanting to disappear. The look of rage in his eyes, yet, ironically I could see his insecurity curving down his spine. “You’re not a woman!” He scowled, many times over and over and over. How come YOU can’t give me a baby. I should have paid attention to the emphasis in YOU. Touché

All of this coming from a MAN who refuses to work.

All of this coming from a MAN who refuses to work, and owes back child support totaling $19,761.20.

All of this coming from a MAN who refuses to work, and owes back child support totaling $19,761.20, and whose license is suspended.

All of this coming from a MAN who refuses to work, and owes back child support totaling $19,761.20, and whose license is suspended, and never sees his sons.

All of this coming from a man who refuses to work, and owes back child support totaling $19,761.20, and whose license is suspended, and never sees his sons, and denies that they even exist, although they’re his doppelgängers.

All of this coming from a man who refuses to work, and owes back child support totaling $19,761.20, and whose license is suspended, and never sees his sons, and denies that they even exist, although they’re his doppelgängers, and wants nothing more to do than to humiliate me, because I won’t, no I can’t let him leave me holding the bag as a single broken mother.

They say God takes care of fools and babies. I must have been a fool because……

This MAN was not ready for me.

This MAN was not ready for me, nor was he deserving of celebrating my BF+.

This MAN was not ready for me, nor was he deserving of celebrating my BF+, nor was he good enough to rub my belly.

This MAN was not ready for me, nor was he deserving of celebrating my BF+, nor was he good enough to rub my belly, nor was he entitled to anxiously anticipate my baby’s non-existent  heartbeat.

This MAN was not ready for me, nor was he deserving of celebrating my BF+, nor was he good enough to rub my belly, nor was he entitled to anxiously anticipate my baby’s non-existent heartbeat, nor was he ready for my spotting.

This MAN was not ready for me, nor was he deserving of celebrating my BF+, nor was he good enough to rub my belly, nor was he entitled to anxiously anticipate my baby’s non-existent heartbeat, nor was he ready for my spotting, nor was he ready for my blood on the shower floor.

This MAN was not ready for me, nor was he deserving of celebrating my BF+, nor was he good enough to rub my belly, nor was he entitled to anxiously anticipate my baby’s non-existent heartbeat, nor was he ready for my spotting, nor was he ready for my blood on the shower floor, nor was he ready to wait on me hand and foot as I took to the bed for weeks.

This MAN was not ready for me, nor was he deserving of celebrating my BF+, nor was he good enough to rub my belly, nor was he entitled to anxiously anticipate my baby’s non-existent heartbeat, nor was he ready for my spotting, nor was he ready for my blood on the shower floor, nor was he ready to wait on me hand and foot as I took to the bed for weeks, nor was he ready or even able to put the pieces of my delicate puzzle back together.