Nikki is pregnant.
I've been sort of staring at the computer for a while now....I won't explain the boring details of how I found out, but it wasn't from her. It turns out that she spent the last part of last year cheating on me (while we were together) the first few months of this year (while we were trying to reconcile) and got pregnant...get this...while I was living with her...taking care of her kids, being the babysitter so she could go out and get laid.
Heres the problem....while unlikely she is roughly 6 months pregnant. This means that in theory it could be mine. Even though its an incredibly small chance, I came home, dropped two cigarettes on the ground, finally lit one up and sat on the porch crying and shaking for an hour.
I don't know what to do about this. I guess thats a lie, I know exactly what I want to do about this. I want her out of my life, I want to never, ever see her again, I want to move on, cut every tie that I have to her, and never, EVER be in contact with this fucking woman again. It scares me to no end, in spite of the small chance, that I could be fathering a child with this fucking woman.
The worst thing is that she took my stuff....I didn't have much left at the house, some tools and some other things, but the thing that I'm really upset about is my comics. I've got 14 years of comic collecting sitting in boxes somewhere. Now I have to fight to get my stuff back, deal with giving her her car back, somehow make this work before I can wash my hands of this.
Fuck...I never deserved this.
Heres the problem....while unlikely she is roughly 6 months pregnant. This means that in theory it could be mine. Even though its an incredibly small chance, I came home, dropped two cigarettes on the ground, finally lit one up and sat on the porch crying and shaking for an hour.
I don't know what to do about this. I guess thats a lie, I know exactly what I want to do about this. I want her out of my life, I want to never, ever see her again, I want to move on, cut every tie that I have to her, and never, EVER be in contact with this fucking woman again. It scares me to no end, in spite of the small chance, that I could be fathering a child with this fucking woman.
The worst thing is that she took my stuff....I didn't have much left at the house, some tools and some other things, but the thing that I'm really upset about is my comics. I've got 14 years of comic collecting sitting in boxes somewhere. Now I have to fight to get my stuff back, deal with giving her her car back, somehow make this work before I can wash my hands of this.
Fuck...I never deserved this.