My Life Is Not What I Want It To Be

The Story

Hello! I am a 26-year-old woman from Varna. I apologize in advance for the extreme completeness, but I will do it to find out why I am so confused. I met my first love at 18. In the beginning, as in any relationship, everything went well. Over time, he changed. His jealousy became painful. I withdrew from everyone, lost friends, even had problems with my mother when I went out. He was following me, reaching out to me, rummaging through my phone, my pockets, God forbid I saw someone I knew on the street, I had to look at the ground, because if I said hello, there was a cruel scandal. Yet I had feelings for him and constantly forgave and believed his promises that he would change. So I endured for a long time. Until December 2017 I didn't get a tattoo naturally without asking him and he told me: why did you make her pregnant will expand and I laughed and replied that I do not plan to get pregnant soon. Then February 2018 tells me: imagine now when you go to Germany and you find out that you are pregnant and when you come back you will have to give birth, I reacted with ridicule again. Then the month of March passed and after 2 weeks I realized that I was pregnant in the month of the war month. I was shocked and didn't know what to do (we were always careful). I forgot to specify that since 2017 I had no feelings for him alone and I wanted to separate, but he threatened me with something I had shared only with him. So, in the end, I decided to give birth to the child and give birth again. I returned from Germany in November 2018 on the third day after I gave birth. He came to live with me and my mother. He didn't give me money for the rubbish at home, or for the little one, my relatives paid for everything and when I asked him if he was uncomfortable he told me that he did not see them minding. He even took it from my mother's money. We lived together until our 2-month-old baby got a hot glass bottle on his cheek completely consciously. Then I couldn't stand it and packed his luggage and drove him away. He kept climbing the streets and I developed a fear neurosis. I haven't left us in weeks. I now have a restraining order. He hasn't seen his child for 3 months, but he doesn't care, and the little one is wonderful. And now it weighs on me that I see my friends have families, their husbands help them. For example, today one of them told me that every night the man bathes the child. And another told me that we can't see each other after 5, because after 5 they go out as a family. I'm happy for them,

Last Updated
September 28, 2020
Author:
oris

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