"A child is both a gift and a curse. After 3 years, the curse starts. This doesn't end till they're in their 30s."
Time makes the heart grow fonder
I spent six months in Montana. The whole time there I stayed in constant contact with Joney. We were very much still a couple. I wanted to make it work as much as she did. I begged her to come up to Montana with me. She refused every step of the way. She didn't want to leave her family. She didn't want us to have a child so far away from everyone she knew and loved. In the end, I reluctantly buckled and decided to take a greyhound back to Missouri. Side note...have you ever been to Montana? Okay. Have you ever been to Missouri? Which one would you want to live in? That is what I funking thought! Moving on...
I hadn't had sex in six months. Sure I had my chances while up in Montana, but I didn't want to cheat on Joney. No matter how far away I was and how sure I would be that she would never find out, I stayed true to her. So needless to say the first night we were back together in that shitty motel near the greyhound station, we had a lot of sex. It had built up over those six months and we just unloaded. It was fantastic.
A week later I moved in with her and her brother. I know right! What in the hell was I thinking! It was cool though. Her brother was dating a typical hippy chic and things were pretty mellow. I landed a job as a cashier at a local liquor store and things were looking pretty sweet. About a month later, Joney told me she was late. We immediately went to a drug store and bought a test. We had been down this road a few times before, but nothing ever came of it. It became kinda routine. We knew as soon as she took a test a few days would pass before her period decided to show its ugly face. It was just how it was for us. So when we took that test that day, we were more than dumbfounded when we discovered it was positive.
I hadn't had sex in six months. Sure I had my chances while up in Montana, but I didn't want to cheat on Joney. No matter how far away I was and how sure I would be that she would never find out, I stayed true to her. So needless to say the first night we were back together in that shitty motel near the greyhound station, we had a lot of sex. It had built up over those six months and we just unloaded. It was fantastic.
A week later I moved in with her and her brother. I know right! What in the hell was I thinking! It was cool though. Her brother was dating a typical hippy chic and things were pretty mellow. I landed a job as a cashier at a local liquor store and things were looking pretty sweet. About a month later, Joney told me she was late. We immediately went to a drug store and bought a test. We had been down this road a few times before, but nothing ever came of it. It became kinda routine. We knew as soon as she took a test a few days would pass before her period decided to show its ugly face. It was just how it was for us. So when we took that test that day, we were more than dumbfounded when we discovered it was positive.
Wow
Wow, you guys should take that as a blessing with the child you do have. Then consider adopting. It is such a sad story all the things you went through just to conceive the first one. I am glad it happened. But for her health and yours and keep the relationship intact look for other ways.