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Bored... Angry... Depressed.... Yes, I am all 3 right now.
Went to Cade's grandma's the other day. Got into it real bad and I'm still upset. Remember he's the one that wanted to kick me in the stomach, wanted me to have an abortion, wanted me dead, and claimed this isn't his child.... Now he's saying he wants it to have his last name, and if it's a boy, be named after him, and if it's a girl, be named after his bitchy priss ass sister, who I hate. FUCK NO. MY child will have MY last name, and I will name it, not him. He will have no part in that. We've already decided that neither him, nor anyone in his family except Marilynn, will even know when I have the baby. My parents and aunt will be with me, no one else, and that's that. Cade can go suck a fart for all I care. He's a greasy, lowlife drunk and i was foolish and retarded for even thinking he was remotely attractive. He's nothing but a sperm donor to me, I don't even think I want his name on the birth certificate. My dad's not on mine and i'm ok with it. I don't want a goddamm thing from that lazy fat ass alchoholic. He'll regret it when he's about 35 still mooching off his family or in prison. I fucking hate him. He said he'd put a gun to my head and make me marry him, yeah fucking right. I'll go marry someone else and get an anullment after the baby's born just to piss him off. And my child's name will not have anything to do with his family at all. I'll be the one taking care of it, not them. If they want their shit back, they can fucking have it, I'll go buy new, pretty stuff. Cade's a fucking loser asshole and I would shed a tear one if he died right this minute. He actually had the fucking audacity to ask me if I was planning on losing weight after the baby's born... He's 5'4 and weighs well over 200 pounds. I'm 5'6 and fucking pregnant. I have a reason to gain weight, he does not. If I wanna lay around on my ass 24/7 and never exercise again, it's my prerogative. I'm not his girlfriend, nor will I ever be. I have way better class than that and I am way too good for that fat sack of greasy shit. God, I hate him.
Anyway... I'm excited cause the Wash Out is this weekend, and my dad said I could go... It's like a big biker type thing with motorcycles and fancy cars and stuff... I can't wait. Plus, my ultrasound is Friday. I'm not gonna tell Cade what it is. I'll tell my mommy, my aunt Lori, and my daddy. That's it. They're the only 3 people I want to know. I can't wait to move away from this shit.
Somebody please tell me something good to cheer me up... please?
Went to Cade's grandma's the other day. Got into it real bad and I'm still upset. Remember he's the one that wanted to kick me in the stomach, wanted me to have an abortion, wanted me dead, and claimed this isn't his child.... Now he's saying he wants it to have his last name, and if it's a boy, be named after him, and if it's a girl, be named after his bitchy priss ass sister, who I hate. FUCK NO. MY child will have MY last name, and I will name it, not him. He will have no part in that. We've already decided that neither him, nor anyone in his family except Marilynn, will even know when I have the baby. My parents and aunt will be with me, no one else, and that's that. Cade can go suck a fart for all I care. He's a greasy, lowlife drunk and i was foolish and retarded for even thinking he was remotely attractive. He's nothing but a sperm donor to me, I don't even think I want his name on the birth certificate. My dad's not on mine and i'm ok with it. I don't want a goddamm thing from that lazy fat ass alchoholic. He'll regret it when he's about 35 still mooching off his family or in prison. I fucking hate him. He said he'd put a gun to my head and make me marry him, yeah fucking right. I'll go marry someone else and get an anullment after the baby's born just to piss him off. And my child's name will not have anything to do with his family at all. I'll be the one taking care of it, not them. If they want their shit back, they can fucking have it, I'll go buy new, pretty stuff. Cade's a fucking loser asshole and I would shed a tear one if he died right this minute. He actually had the fucking audacity to ask me if I was planning on losing weight after the baby's born... He's 5'4 and weighs well over 200 pounds. I'm 5'6 and fucking pregnant. I have a reason to gain weight, he does not. If I wanna lay around on my ass 24/7 and never exercise again, it's my prerogative. I'm not his girlfriend, nor will I ever be. I have way better class than that and I am way too good for that fat sack of greasy shit. God, I hate him.
Anyway... I'm excited cause the Wash Out is this weekend, and my dad said I could go... It's like a big biker type thing with motorcycles and fancy cars and stuff... I can't wait. Plus, my ultrasound is Friday. I'm not gonna tell Cade what it is. I'll tell my mommy, my aunt Lori, and my daddy. That's it. They're the only 3 people I want to know. I can't wait to move away from this shit.
Somebody please tell me something good to cheer me up... please?