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[tkeyahwrotethis]

Alright I needed some time to like recover mentally and emotionally from chatting to that girl and life feels great again .

I’m living in the moments of my decisions and although I regret the guy…. I never regret my baby omg she’s my world. I’d have 5 more if they were all like her !!

So I was half way through a new story when I started chatting up that girl so new story definitely this week!!

It’s Earth Day, it’s Taurus season. I’m dating (and I use that term loosely) . Money comes to me. I love LOVE ! My child is healthy and beautiful. I am healthy and beautiful. Life is good .

New post this week.

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I just feel so gutted. I spoke to a girl (I'm sure there's more) that fucked my baby daddy.

they were having unprotected sex 5/6 times a day and he has an apartment I didn't know about. & he's had a girlfriend this entire time.

then he denied knowing me or my baby. he's racist.

& I just feel so sick...

but my best friend gave me some really sound advice like if you really want to be done with someone for good. tell them your deepest darkest secret like something so embarrassing and personal you'll never wanna see them again or talk to them again. & it worked tbh.

I told him something I never told anyone and now I want to keep him away from me and everyone I love. so it actually was really good advice...

I just wanna stop crying. I used to mourn the ideal family I thought I was going to have but I never got to create because he ruined it but now it's really done.

I don't even wanna collect child support anymore I just want to move on. I feel so gutted.

I've been celibate for almost 2 years I thought he was working on himself or coming around to the idea of my daughter but he's just irresponsible and still having unprotected sex, racist, and just a disgusting human being and I just feel so sick that I have a child with him. Me and my daughter deserved so much better from this life. & I am so filled with regret.

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I remember, I remember when I lost my mind. There was something so pleasant about that place.

I met someone new in group today.

I feel so boring compared to these other ladies... lol which is kind of a relief.

The lady I matched up with today was... married. With actually a really nice ring. I'm super curious to know like why... is a married woman in a counseling group for single mothers?

She explained to me that she and her husband had known each other since they were teenagers. He was her first love and once they were in college they started struggling with substance abuse. She got help for her issues but his mental health got really bad, worse than hers, even though they both suffer from mental illness. He started becoming emotionally and physically abusive towards her and then she got pregnant and it somehow got even worse. Their child is 3 now. She realized he was never going to change because she tried to get him therapy and on medication to help him and he never wanted the help. He started being resentful of her and blaming her for things that could in no way be her fault if she tried but he needed a scapegoat.

"I sat him down as my best friend, someone I known for half my life and told him I needed a divorce because he's hurting our family. we both cried about it but he understood and told me he'd give me what I wanted. Why did this nigga start acting SUPER CRAZY. He started doing things that made the cops have to pick him up and admit him into mental health facilities for months at a time so he wouldn't have to legally sign the divorce papers"

(I chucked because that's literally so hilarious)

"She's like that's where we're at right now. I beg him and plead to him to sign the papers, we cry, and he agrees and says he will do whatever I want him to do, he wants me to move on and be happy then he goes and does some crazy shit that he goes away and never signs the fucking divorce papers. I feel like he's making me crazy again because why won't he just sign the papers?

Fast forward to today, I've moved out and I consider us separated even though he won't legally divorce me. I'm truly hurt by everything he's put me through but I decided to start dating. I connected with this guy he just got out of a toxic relationship with his bm, and they have 2 kids together. I have real feelings for this new guy but there's some red flags. He constantly compares me to his babymother when it comes to how I choose to raise my daughter and run my house but in the same breath will say he wishes he met me before he met her. It gets annoying. Then whenever my bd is home I try to get him help, I try to get him to sign the papers, and I'm still wearing the ring. So I'm not perfect either because I know that annoys my boyfriend. Like I always have one foot out the door in my old life."

She started looking to me asking for advice.

I basically told her that the easy answer is she needs to leave her bd alone. you cannot reason with crazy people. they will never feel like they're in the wrong. he's blaming you for shit that could never be your fault... but she kept making excuses for her bd so I feel like she's not closing the door on him right now.

I told her I don't really know my bd that well, random tinder hookup. He doesn't want to be a father so I'm doing it alone. I showed her pictures of my baby. She was like wow she's so beautiful she looks like a white version of you !! that made me giggle.

I kept thinking to myself .... what kinda sex mentally ill people be having lol

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Oh I Need The Dollars, Beat it up like Piñatas.

I had just gotten my first nursing gig as a nurse’s assistant in this rehab center. It literally was on such a beautiful campus you would have thought it was a country club. I was eager and excited to start my first shift I had about 3 weeks of training. The head Nurse manager was a bit unorganized she rushed down the hall with a stack of papers and just ran into a random room and said “Hey can you train her?” And just kinda threw me into work immediately. I met the person I would be shadowing for the next 3 weeks. My heart was racing. He was tall, 6’7 muscular but lean soft curly brown hair, and had a deep voice. I was smitten I followed behind him helping him like a little love-sick schoolgirl. We took our lunch break together and he asked me questions about myself I got into my ethnicity, what I wanted out of my career, and my future travel plans. He asked me to guess his ethnicity and I playfully rolled my eyes at him. I was like white people always get so caught up on what type of white they are Irish, Italian, Russian who cares you’re still white. He lowered his eyes at me, “You think I’m white?” “Aren’t you?” I asked. He was like no, I’m Mexican. I was shocked and maybe he saw how closely I was examining him now. He was offended. He was like what do YOU think a “Mexican” looks like? I had to downplay my reaction and told him I had no preconceived notions of what Mexican people look like but I definitely think you’re handsome. He wasn’t amused and then I finally noticed his name tag after all this time “Christian Chavez”.

While changing a patient together and administering care I needed to get some supplies from the storage room. The door didn’t shut behind me so I turned around to see why the door didn’t close and Christian was in my personal space. “Soooo I noticed this isn’t your real hair, do ALL Black girls wear wigs? Oh I’m sorry was that a generalization?” He took a fistful of my hair in his hand while I was cornered in the closet. He’s a big guy and we are at work I was feeling scared and this is my first job. I was scared he was going to rip my wig off. “Black girl’s like doing protective hairstyles. Who knows maybe I do have hair like this,” I whispered. He released his grip on my hair and put his hand on the wall. “You know when you wear hair like this, you look like some of my cousins.” He spoke Spanish to me but I didn’t understand anything he said besides “Papi”. I fixed my hair and was blushing. “Huh? Papi?” I repeated. He leaned in like he was about to kiss me and my heart was about to fall out of my ass I was intimidated and also wet. He smiled at me instead with all his teeth and he told me to wear my natural hair. 

The next day I came into work and there were people in full PPE waiting at the front door. When I was scanned they placed me to the side and I noticed Christian Chavez was also set aside. They put us in a room with a TV, and a little commercial started playing:

“Results just came back and unfortunately we can’t let you go to work today but we also can’t release you to go home. One of the patients you had last night had the “Work Spouse Virus” and you’ve both been infected and deemed a public health risk.”

I was placed in my own room, it was a vacant patient room. Christian was probably nearby in his own room. I felt pretty normal but I took it easy for the day and when it was night time, I opened the window for some fresh air. It was still so warm out and the air felt nice whenever a breeze came in through the window. I began undressing and took a shower in the bathroom in my room. I left my door cracked so the hallway light could be my nightlight because I liked the lights completely off in my room. I contemplated sleeping naked but I put on pajamas and crawled into bed. I just stare out the opened window and feel so serene I can feel myself drifting into sleep. Then I hear my door open a bit further. I thought it was funny maybe it was a patient with dementia that had gotten lost in the middle of the night. I sit up and start giggling. I notice the shadowy figure from the hallway is a giant, tall as fuck. I start feeling terrified. It’s dark but I can see he’s in button-down pajamas and pants. I say to him “I don’t have a roommate, wrong room” Silence fills the air, and I’m hoping he will leave. He stays in the doorway and doesn’t move so I grip my covers with my nails deep in my sheets and cross my legs very tight. He comes in and pushes the door almost to a full close and approaches my bed like it’s his room. He approaches the foot of my bed and pulls my covers off so hard even though I’m gripping them with all my strength it hurts my fingers and I realize he’s broken several of my nails. He’s being mean to me. I make little moans and groans and whimpers and whines as I rub my finger tips in the dark. 

“It’s nighttime and I already have my pajamas on for bed,” I try to explain as if he didn’t already notice the obvious. I keep my legs crossed while holding the waist of my pants and the collar of my shirt in an attempt to keep them on. Christian just yolks me up and roughly undresses me I’m genuinely using all my strength to try to keep my clothes on and he overpowered me and undressed me until I was completely naked. It was strange because he folded my clothes and set them aside. I felt humiliated. He told me to open my legs and it made me clench them together even tighter. He pried my legs open with all his strength and I had bruises on my inner thighs. I didn’t wear any panties to bed so he just stared at my vagina. I feel so embarrassed. He quickly pulled his pants down a little bit and laid in-between my legs. I felt his tip at the entrance of my pussy. And I tried to fight him to no prevail. He pinned me down and grabbed my face so I could look at him. I didn’t want to look at him. I tried to move my head I noticed the window I opened a few moments ago and how peaceful I felt while alone in my room before he came to bed. He manages to position my head in a way that our noses are basically touching and I’m looking into his eyes. He hates me. He yanks my wig off in bed and further belittles me. I start apologizing over and over but it’s too late he’s too angry and he starts penetrating me. After having sex all night he fell asleep. I was covered in bruises and my wig was all tangled I just sat on the floor and started crying. 

I took a cold shower and as I was dressing I heard the nurse at my door to take my vitals. I splashed some more cold water on my face and met her at the door. It’s still my place of work I can’t afford for any scandals to circulate about Christian and I, so I meet her in the hallway. She takes my vitals and she says I should be able to be discharged. I ran outta my job to go home. 

I came into work the next day with some waist-length box braids. Christian was the first one to come up to me and tell me how pretty I look today, I couldn’t look him in the eyes but I said thank you. My three weeks of orientation were finally over, but I might apply to some other facilities. 

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WE HAD OUR FIRST EARTHQUAKE IN NEW YORK WTF IS REALLY GOING ON WHO THE FUCK IS IN CHARGE !!!!! 🤣🤣🤣

#earthquake #natural disasters #new york #east coast #SoundCloud

[tkeyahwrotethis]

been in mommy bliss and college girl mode all week so I haven't written anything new yet. I've been journaling a lot.

I have lots of inspiration to choose from between my guy friends and group therapy with other single moms.

Just a bit of my real in person life for a second.

I finally feel closure and I'm able to move on from the dumpster fire of my baby daddy.

I matched with this photographer on tinder who is kinda famous in Brooklyn but also has a house in the burbs out here where I live. He's a single dad to a biracial child, so I didn't have to wonder if he liked Black girls or not and he is such an active father. I personally knew we could never date because he usually does photoshoots for half naked (or butt ass naked) instagram baddies and the way my jealousy is set up....

but I like his art, his passion for film and color, and his vision for his models. he could DRESS for a white boy.

anyways, we met for coffee at Starbucks, it's not my usual spot. I told my family I was going grocery shopping, so I had a few hours to spare. The conversation went really well in Starbucks and I started drinking his coffee by accident lol he told me take the coffee to go and we went to his car in the parking lot.

he told me his bm was still really young and just dropped his son off one day and never came back. She still wants to party and be on the scene and in a new relationship. His parents (these elderly white people) keep his son here in the burbs when he has to be on the scene in the studio in Brooklyn.

We talked about really heavy topics about what it means to raise biracial children in America. How scary it is to be new parents and single parents.

THEN THE COMPLIMENTS STARTED ROLLING IN

as my first coffee date postpartum he was making me feel so sexy and so beautiful I was blushing so much. I didnt feel like someone's mom or insecure about my body. The eye contact was really nice and I just felt seen. Then he asked if he could kiss me and I didn't know what to say no one ever asked to kiss me before so I was like idk, no. and he was like well can you kiss me? and I said maybe ... where?? and he was like my neck. So I started kissing him on his neck then I started licking the tattoos on his neck. then we kissed.

He kept tryna get me to the backseat but I was like I'm someone's mother... and he would respond and be like and? i'm someones father and we'd have a little laugh. Then idk I just.. panicked. I started hysterically crying and I told him I felt really guilty dating with a baby at home and Im genuinely not sure why my baby father doesn't fuck with me. I always wanted a family and he ruined that for me.

HE WAS SOOOO UNDERSTANDING

he was like im in the same boat with you. I don't want little 3-6 month situationships. I want a family with my bm but they don't want us, and we deserve love we don't deserve to be lonely so we still have to try and keep putting ourselves out there. then he hugged me deeply. I felt like ruined the date so I was like gotta go im so sorry and I just kinda left things a bit awkward but yeah... hopefully I don't cry on my next date wtf.

[tkeyahwrotethis]

Like a Virgin, Touched for the Very First Time

It may seem like I talk a lot but I'm actually a GREAT listener because people LOVE to talk about themselves. I really get to know people by listening. & believe it or not, even the silence can be loud. What people choose to share vs keep private is telling.

I joined group, for single moms. I'm just an observer right now, all the main characters are very loud and want to be seen and heard and feel important. I'm here for it. I don't want to just blurt out what's going on with me & my daughter to everyone. I like to talk to one or two people personally.

But I can't get one of the main character mom's outta my head. I learned something new from her today. "The Madonna Complex"

*Break off into groups of 2 and get to know someone today*

We sit down in a corner I have a little snack and a sprite

We start with small talk...

I'm like hey girl what's up what do you do for work? how old are you? how old is your baby, and vice versa, I'm not really ready to talk about my babydaddy but I'm here for you if you wanna talk about yours. & she was.

"We met about 3 years ago and we just started as friends. It was slow and we really got to know each other. Trust was really important to me because I had been burnt in the past. He was perfect, thoughtful, and romantic. He was so easy to be with. After we both got tested for STD's & everything was good, we started living together and I got pregnant shortly after. We got engaged and he just made me feel so special and beautiful like his perfect little family and his prize wife and mother of his child. He didn't want any more children and he got a vasectomy, he didn't ask me to alter my body in any way and I thought he was selfless. One night after putting baby to bed he was watching TV on our bedroom TV so I just watched Netflix on his iPad. my curiosity got the better of me so I started going through his iPad and I'm not sure why because we were so happy and our family was so perfect I really had no reason to snoop.

He had many many messages to phone numbers but no saved contacts. I checked them, all the women asking "Do you need me tonight" " Do you need company tonight" ESCORT SERVICES! My perfect husband is seeking out escort services, I'm sick to my stomach. he seemed so perfect for all these years. We had sex OFTEN he was always so sweet and attentive to me we always made each other cum. im so confused is he some kinda nymphomaniac??? I dig a little deeper he's only paying women for anal sex. all these women he's having hardcore anal sex with them and paying them money for it.

(now personally, i'm thinking to myself, that nigga is a booty warrior, sis, you dodged a bullet tf? but I can see the pain and the hurt and the betrayal so I just quietly keep listening)

I threw that iPad at him and this nigga is staying at MY HOUSE so I got up and immediately headed to the closet to pack his shit I feel like I floated there I was not even thinking clearly I was in SHOCK I was completely blindsided. Then he actually had the audacity to justify his behavior. He claimed he was using them for only one thing- anal sex. I'm his wife and the mother of his child. They are just whores for anal sex it means nothing. He would never treat the mother of his child that low. He thought he was doing a good thing. Madonna complex. Sex workers are there for this reason and it's not an affair. He's apologized and tried to fix things and tries to see his kid but he will never have access to us again. I know he's hurting but I'm hurting too, what do I tell my family? his family? our child? I've blocked him on everything and he keeps trying to contact me. I just want to move on, I thought I could trust him, but he disgusts me."

I hug her and we begin showing each other pictures of our families, hers a once happy trio, mine of me and my daughter. I told her at least she tried to have a family and was almost a wife and maybe over time he will change & you can still get your fairytale because in his own twisted way, I think he still loves you.

I give a little about myself, I tell her my situation is so small compared to yours. I barely know my child's father it was a one-night stand from a random Tinder hookup & we never spoke again. I'm just trying to get child support now but that's about it. We never had a family dynamic or a relationship. We were never in love. But you had love with your ex-fiance, I think time might heal this situation between y'all.

She is convinced it's over ... but who knows.

[tkeyahwrotethis]

Shame on you for doubting me. You knew she was your baby. I been calling her “baby Zielinski” since I got the results back 🤣🤣

My caseworker said I never have to see or speak to Kyle again if I don’t want to.

I wonder if he remember when I told him I was pregnant and he said he wanted to go his own separate way while I was super vulnerable.

Now this nightmare is finally over !! I got my freedom papers !! WE CAN GO OUR SEPARATE WAYS !!!

🥳🥳

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I have an email for my tumblr !

Send me love ❤️,

chat me up 💬 ,

comments🗣️ ,

questions ❓,

suggestions ✅,

inquiries 🤔,

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(It’s also in my bio)

I’m revamping my profile because not a lot of people have a tumblr but I want to be accessible 🩷🩷🩷

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Let my dark skin be appeasing to your eyes, then pray for me 🙏🏽( I’m wearing panties my ass just ate it all up )

#black girls of tumblr #black girls are beautiful #black girls beauty #sexy tease #tease pic #red hair #ass #thighs

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Can we get a selfie ?🙏🏾😩

Lol okay I’ll post a selfie

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Instagram and Facebook are down and I almost had a panic attack thinking I got hacked and my account was deleted because it logged me out 🤣🤣

Anyways guess I’ll do homework and scrolll here

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25 posts!

#25 posts #tumblr milestone

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Actually…... 🤭

#starvingartist

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I don’t expect anything from anyone especially when it comes to my blog. Not a relationship,friendship, marriage, child, or money…. I expect absolutely nothing . These are 100% fictional stories . I just love to create. I love my art. I love to write. My creativity helps me make sense of the nonsense.

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Twelve: Girl Shake That Laffy Taffy

I finally got the house. The one I had been talking about, in the woods very secluded with lots of land. I have a daughter. I liberated her from her parents as a newborn and I’m the only mother she’s ever known. A lot of modern-day witches out themselves to the public and want to be famous and known for their sorcery. I, however, prefer the wealth. Not in the form of money like humans would think wealth is but the wealth of emotions. Love is best, but any emotions will do… anger, jealousy, sadness, envy, longing. And it’s not the quantity of people that feel something for you that’s magical, it’s the quality of the individual that I can convince to feel something for me that makes me wealthy. I work from home writing love spells and potions but now my daughter is 5 years old and ready for human school. I’ve always thought of homeschooling her because she’s special and I don’t want this world to try and dim her light, but social aspects are important. This is where I fucked up. 

After some time of my baby going to school, every day she tells me she played, she colored, sang songs, and learned abc’s and 123’s. Nothing was ever out of the ordinary until this one particular day I went to throw something out in the trash and I noticed wrappers. Specifically candy wrappers, and even more specifically, Willy Wonka candy wrappers. I felt a sheer panic overcome my entire body. I took the wrappers out of the trash can I felt like I was losing my mind. I pulled it together and called my daughter into the room. I squatted down to her eye level and asked her about her day in school scanning her face for any reactions. There were none. It was a typical day. I told her I wasn’t mad at her but, was she eating candy? She smiled a sweet girl smile and tilted her head and ran to get her backpack filled with candy and chocolate where she conveniently remembered a man in a top hat coming to her school looking for children to tour his candy store. “You mean chocolate factory?” I asked. “Yeah that, chocolate factory,” babygirl corrected herself. She started waving this dreaded golden ticket around saying she won. My heart felt like it was going to fall out of my butt. I snatched it from her and crumpled it up. “We’ll be on vacation far far away at that time you can’t go,” I told her. 

As promised, I took my daughter on a far far away beach vacation and she had forgotten all about the chocolate factory. I managed to turn on the news while we were in our hotel room:

“BREAKING NEWS 4 MISSING CHILDREN REUNITED WITH THEIR PARENTS THANKS TO WILLY WONKA AND HIS GOLDEN TICKETS STEALTH OPERATION” He came on camera with his wife Haley Coogam all teary-eyed. I rolled my eyes at the screen. “We still have hope that our daughter is alive and out there somewhere, we just want you to come home.” I will make sure they never ever see their daughter again if it’s the last thing I do. I turned the TV off and finished out the remainder of my vacation with my daughter.

Upon returning home and getting cell service again, I noticed a peculiar email. “WAXING IS OUT, SUGARING IS IN! COME IN FOR YOUR FIRST SUGARING ON US!” I made my appointment and went in the next day. They had a waiting room so I gave babygirl headphones and a tablet and told her to be cool. I went in and the person from behind the curtain was a man dressed in pink, I had requested a woman but he wore a mask and gloves and was obviously professional so I undressed from the waist down and got on the table. He told me to open my legs, wider and wider and he rubbed some baby powder on my pussy with his gloved hands … we got to talking. 

He asked me about my job. I said I’m a writer. He asked me where I Lived and I told him a general area. He asked if I was married. I said no. He said, I bet you want children of your own. I thought the wording was weird. But with hot sugar wax on my very sensitive pussy lips I just stayed quiet and pondered his statement. He snatched off the wax. A tear fell from my eye with every pull of wax. He rubbed each freshly waxed part of my pussy with his gloved hand until the stinging went away it started stimulating my clit by accident. With every pull of the wax, he rubbed it to make it feel better I got wetter and wetter. Usually, to wax your asshole, you put knees to chest but maybe it was different with sugaring idk it was my first time. He told me to lay down flat on my stomach. Turn my head to the side and spread open my asscheeks for him. He waxed my asshole and then started massaging it then I felt his other hand reach beneath me and start massaging my pussy. He started fingering my pussy from behind. One and then two gloved fingers. It felt so good I couldn’t help but cum. A happy-ending wax treatment is the only happy ending this witch needs. I told him I’m finished and pushed him off and out of me. I swiftly got up and headed behind the curtain to grab my clothes and purse. He asked me again if I wanted children of my own from behind the curtain while I was trying to shake my panties out of my balled-up clothes on this chair. I responded, “I have one daughter she’s a handful enough.” He ripped open the curtain grabbed me by my neck and slammed me into the floor. “No, you stole her from me if you wanted a kid of your own all you had to do was ask.” I was completely speechless how did I not see this coming?? I shoved him as hard as I could balling my clothes and purse, crawling bottomless toward the door. All my efforts were thwarted when he grabbed my ankle and pulled me into him. He pressed my face into the floor with one hand, used the other to bend my arm behind my back, and used his legs to open mine. He told me he was going to cum in my thieving little pussy and I better keep his child. He forced himself into me with ease because I was already so wet from him fingering me. I kicked and thrashed but he was pumping himself into me steadily and deeply. He made me take all of him until I felt his warm cum fill me up entirely until it was gushing out of me. To add insult to injury he used his gloved hand to roughly fingerfuck the excess cum back inside of me. While he was getting up off the floor I quickly grabbed my balled-up clothes while half-naked cum dripping down my legs, and I ran. My daughter still sitting in the waiting room with headphones not suspecting anything when I grabbed her threw her over my shoulder and ran half-naked to the car. I tossed her in the front seat and peeled out of the parking lot. I drove without panties with a freshly waxed cum filled pussy until we ran outta gas. We lived in different woods, in a new house, with a new baby.

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I had to get my beautiful smart baby DNA tested yesterday because her dad just refuses to acknowledge her. She cried a lot and it just broke my heart because she deserves better. I’m so happy this is the last time I will ever feel sad over him or slighted by him.

I keep thinking about when I told him I was pregnant around Thanksgiving November 2022 . All the hurtful things he told me to try and persuade me to get an abortion even telling me that I wasn’t the first girl he’s gotten pregnant before. Like if she can get an abortion and move on why can’t I.

It just feels like reaching a fucking finish line. I never have to deal with him or think about him again I can just collect child support and love my baby in peace 🩷

Don’t forget to get your abortion babymother a Mother’s Day present Kyle . She matters too.