TheSnake
Well-Known Member
What are some of your stories, Mine is pretty fucking shitty, I'll share. Before that I'll tell you my thoughts of forced parenthood, and how i have precived father's in my life.
I look at it like this, women have birth control pill's and shots, they have abortions, and also adoption, all before and after conception things they can do about an unwanted pregnancy. while men have... Condoms, they break, they rip, they get holes poked in them, or otherwise sabotaged, not to mention make sex about 1/3 as pleasurable as it is without one. A woman gets knocked up, no biggie if they dont want it, even if the man does, that shit is as good as gone. Now if you knock a bitch up, there is NOTHING legally you can do to prevent it from going all the way, and the only thing you can prevent illegally is kill the bitch and her unborn fetus, and plop her in a snake pit* in mexico
lol.
My story starts fresh out of county jail, on a dating website. Lol... I know. Anyways, I get out of jail, almost immediately go back to my way of killing time, even without a job or money, i start surfing the web, and dating. I meet this chick for this stories sake we will call her "cunt", now i meet cunt, shes not attractive to me, so i kinda just hang out with her and get drunk. Anyways, this goes on for weeks, movies, drinking, random parties, NO SEX. Now as the weeks go on, she started to really display signs that she was very insecure, even though i believe all we had done is maybe kiss a few times, wasted. More of just a time killing person to hang out with for me. She would start fights when she got drunk about her insecurity's blaming it on her being cheated on and how i had two previous fwb's that went to the night club she did with me, and i would bum smokes of them and catch a chat once in a while, if she was talking to her friends. then she would blow up on me... Again, NO SEX... did not know why she was being like that, walked home a few times wasted from the bar to get away from her, up to 12 miles a few times. this went on till one night, total time off/on now is about 3 weeks.
One night, we go to her friends party, which was more of a get together, not a party. just a few couples drinking, and some straglers. I get a call on my phone telling me a friend of mine, who she also knew had died that night. Immediately i was balling, the woman who died had helped me through a really really terrible prior relationship on the phone. Total nut job i was dating had multiple personality's and was a chronic liar. It made me immediately so intensely depressed, she had suffered from failing kidneys her entire adult life, and had kidney failure. she went to dialysis 3 times a week, died at 27 or 28... cunt was also feeling like that although had no close personal relationship with her like i did. Because i felt so abandoned, depressed, sad, just a cocktail of sadness, and she did to, i don't know what happened but we ended up sleeping together. end of night.
Days go by, we go to funeral together, cry together, etc. then its back to drinking and fighting with this now completely insaine bitch now that we had slept together it was ten fold, in every insecurity she had. for whatever reason maybe just depression, we slept together a couple more times in that two weeks since the death that started it all. before i finally said, i have had enough and just never ever ever ever wanted to see her again.
A month passes, me and a buddy are out drinking at some bar, hitting on women like normal, that bitch was long gone in my head. Im talking to two chicks from another state, and i get a tap on the shoulder... its cunt. I say oh what the fuck, (facebook, she knew where i was cause my dipshit friend tagged us) i tell the ladies ill be back in a min, she walks with me and pulls out a positive prego test, and im in total disbelief... I say, how, when, what the fuck? i dont believe its mine, i had gone so many years, never a pregnancy i figured i was sterile. took my bio father 8 years to get my mom preg. She invites me to come "talk" at her friends, we leave. whole time im in shock, and really dont believe its even could be mine, she was emo bitch the whole time i knew her and figured she was prego, and had admitted to sleeping with a guy short time before we started hanging out. so we get to the house, she seems like shes trying to rekindle whatever she thought we had, which was nothing. so i say fuck it, go to sleep leave in morning, and texting later that night, we were texting cause i was not interested in being her friend, or anything for that matter, and figured it could be one of her slut friends who even pissed on the thing, i didnt care. then she started saying how she was having this kid, it was mine there was nothing i could , then out of feeling trapped i went into absolute RAGE on her. told her her body should be in a shallow grave in a desert, i hoped she died, i fucking hated her, which i did before but not near as bad as the entrapping bitch she was now being...
Long story short, a year n change come and go, i went through many jobs, but met a great woman and have been with her comming up on two years now that has two of her own. I found out i was the father in july after they sent me dna i was still in denial till results, just started to see my kid at 10 months old, having to kiss her cunt moms ass to even see her, fighting with my own mom till she said i was no longer welcome in her house... all kinds of lovely things. I can't be this cunts friend, and im developing a strange hate for my mother, as if she is siding with this cunt instead of her own son... her whole goal in life was to be a mom, had a physically abusive relationship with my bio dad which i found out at like 20 years old, hated that she hid the fact my dad was not my sisters, then my sisters dad was also cast the fuck out, restraining order etc, all by 10 years old for me... she also manipulated both me and my sister into thinking our fathers were no good peices of shit and made us hate them. no other father figure since 10 years old. I am now almost 27. I feel as though i never had a relationship with my sister, and my mom always favored her over me, and is like a man hater now or something i think, think im disowned by my mother, but really dont care.
sorry for the long read all of you, someone make me feel like im not alone in this totally fucked up situation... i still have never had my kid ALONE without her mother, or mine present, and now im going to have to pay backed child support. I dont hate the kid, the kid had no choice, neither did i to being born or in my kids birth, and she is also has severe cleft and will have surgery for it till shes fucking 21, i feel bad enough already because shes a damn stranger still to me, even in spite of almost weekly visits for 4 months. The whole situation makes me want to fucking rage kill her mother, and mine, for so many reasons, and to cry for my damn kid.
I look at it like this, women have birth control pill's and shots, they have abortions, and also adoption, all before and after conception things they can do about an unwanted pregnancy. while men have... Condoms, they break, they rip, they get holes poked in them, or otherwise sabotaged, not to mention make sex about 1/3 as pleasurable as it is without one. A woman gets knocked up, no biggie if they dont want it, even if the man does, that shit is as good as gone. Now if you knock a bitch up, there is NOTHING legally you can do to prevent it from going all the way, and the only thing you can prevent illegally is kill the bitch and her unborn fetus, and plop her in a snake pit* in mexico
lol.My story starts fresh out of county jail, on a dating website. Lol... I know. Anyways, I get out of jail, almost immediately go back to my way of killing time, even without a job or money, i start surfing the web, and dating. I meet this chick for this stories sake we will call her "cunt", now i meet cunt, shes not attractive to me, so i kinda just hang out with her and get drunk. Anyways, this goes on for weeks, movies, drinking, random parties, NO SEX. Now as the weeks go on, she started to really display signs that she was very insecure, even though i believe all we had done is maybe kiss a few times, wasted. More of just a time killing person to hang out with for me. She would start fights when she got drunk about her insecurity's blaming it on her being cheated on and how i had two previous fwb's that went to the night club she did with me, and i would bum smokes of them and catch a chat once in a while, if she was talking to her friends. then she would blow up on me... Again, NO SEX... did not know why she was being like that, walked home a few times wasted from the bar to get away from her, up to 12 miles a few times. this went on till one night, total time off/on now is about 3 weeks.
One night, we go to her friends party, which was more of a get together, not a party. just a few couples drinking, and some straglers. I get a call on my phone telling me a friend of mine, who she also knew had died that night. Immediately i was balling, the woman who died had helped me through a really really terrible prior relationship on the phone. Total nut job i was dating had multiple personality's and was a chronic liar. It made me immediately so intensely depressed, she had suffered from failing kidneys her entire adult life, and had kidney failure. she went to dialysis 3 times a week, died at 27 or 28... cunt was also feeling like that although had no close personal relationship with her like i did. Because i felt so abandoned, depressed, sad, just a cocktail of sadness, and she did to, i don't know what happened but we ended up sleeping together. end of night.
Days go by, we go to funeral together, cry together, etc. then its back to drinking and fighting with this now completely insaine bitch now that we had slept together it was ten fold, in every insecurity she had. for whatever reason maybe just depression, we slept together a couple more times in that two weeks since the death that started it all. before i finally said, i have had enough and just never ever ever ever wanted to see her again.
A month passes, me and a buddy are out drinking at some bar, hitting on women like normal, that bitch was long gone in my head. Im talking to two chicks from another state, and i get a tap on the shoulder... its cunt. I say oh what the fuck, (facebook, she knew where i was cause my dipshit friend tagged us) i tell the ladies ill be back in a min, she walks with me and pulls out a positive prego test, and im in total disbelief... I say, how, when, what the fuck? i dont believe its mine, i had gone so many years, never a pregnancy i figured i was sterile. took my bio father 8 years to get my mom preg. She invites me to come "talk" at her friends, we leave. whole time im in shock, and really dont believe its even could be mine, she was emo bitch the whole time i knew her and figured she was prego, and had admitted to sleeping with a guy short time before we started hanging out. so we get to the house, she seems like shes trying to rekindle whatever she thought we had, which was nothing. so i say fuck it, go to sleep leave in morning, and texting later that night, we were texting cause i was not interested in being her friend, or anything for that matter, and figured it could be one of her slut friends who even pissed on the thing, i didnt care. then she started saying how she was having this kid, it was mine there was nothing i could , then out of feeling trapped i went into absolute RAGE on her. told her her body should be in a shallow grave in a desert, i hoped she died, i fucking hated her, which i did before but not near as bad as the entrapping bitch she was now being...
Long story short, a year n change come and go, i went through many jobs, but met a great woman and have been with her comming up on two years now that has two of her own. I found out i was the father in july after they sent me dna i was still in denial till results, just started to see my kid at 10 months old, having to kiss her cunt moms ass to even see her, fighting with my own mom till she said i was no longer welcome in her house... all kinds of lovely things. I can't be this cunts friend, and im developing a strange hate for my mother, as if she is siding with this cunt instead of her own son... her whole goal in life was to be a mom, had a physically abusive relationship with my bio dad which i found out at like 20 years old, hated that she hid the fact my dad was not my sisters, then my sisters dad was also cast the fuck out, restraining order etc, all by 10 years old for me... she also manipulated both me and my sister into thinking our fathers were no good peices of shit and made us hate them. no other father figure since 10 years old. I am now almost 27. I feel as though i never had a relationship with my sister, and my mom always favored her over me, and is like a man hater now or something i think, think im disowned by my mother, but really dont care.
sorry for the long read all of you, someone make me feel like im not alone in this totally fucked up situation... i still have never had my kid ALONE without her mother, or mine present, and now im going to have to pay backed child support. I dont hate the kid, the kid had no choice, neither did i to being born or in my kids birth, and she is also has severe cleft and will have surgery for it till shes fucking 21, i feel bad enough already because shes a damn stranger still to me, even in spite of almost weekly visits for 4 months. The whole situation makes me want to fucking rage kill her mother, and mine, for so many reasons, and to cry for my damn kid.
