In my last post, I talked about how my life was depressing. I explained the whole Q and Terin situation. Since then, I’ve decided what I wanted. The new layout is all about closing a chapter, and starting a new one.
Q’s baby momma (name shall remain unknown) emailed me on myspace a few days ago, saying that she wanted to talk to me…know who her son was going to be around. She gave me her number, but I never got the chance to call her, so she got mine, instead. She called while I was out with some friends, and told me a couple of things that I had never heard from Q. I guess that gained my interest, and the need to know why he never told me these things (he said he thought that he did). I guess it hurt me to know that he didn’t be completely honest with me. So anyway, after a couple of days of this, I decided that maybe we needed to break up for good. Move on with our lives. I decided that I didn’t want to deal with the drama that comes from him having a child with someone else. Knowing that there is always going to be someone there to interfere in our relationship.
It’s going to be hard moving on, but I don’t doubt for a minute that I can’t do it. Moving on is a part of life, right? I hope it doesn’t sound like I could care less about Q’s feelings, because the truth is that I do care. It’s just that this isn’t right for me. Reality has finally set in, and it hurts like a bitch. I talked to my mom, my sister, and my brother (one of the many) about how they felt about marriage, baby mommas, the military, and drama. My mom said that she couldn’t really tell me anything because she’s never been with anyone but my dad. But she did say that stress kills, and the situation will only get worse. My sister said that even though the man is a good man, it’s not worth all of the trouble you have to go through. Oh, and that all military men are dogs (even though I know that’s not true). My brother said don’t get married until you’re like 30. And when you do get married, don’t marry someone with kids. He said military isn’t all that bad (he’s a former Marine), that it just takes a lot of trusting. So hopefully, I have made the right decision for myself.
If I don’t get around to blogging before the weekend, I want you all to have fun…enough fun for me because I’ll be slaving away at work for the rest of the week. Love ya!
