36 Year Old Man Boy
My name is XXXX XXXXX. More story isn’t funny. I had a nine month relationship with a man-boy I’ll call XXXX XXXXX. I’m 19 weeks pregnant and haven’t seen or spoken with this piece of shit in almost as long.
Upon finding out he knocked me up, XXXX promptly kicked my ass out of the apartment we were living in. I had to shack up in a homeless shelter. In Queens mother fuckers. Do you know what a women’s shelter in Queens is like for a skinny, pregnant white girl? But I digress. During the time I was there, XXX upped and moved without telling me, leaving behind everything I owned and asking the building super to throw it all away. Now when I say everything I mean all of my clothes, underwear, shoes, coats, kitchen and bathroom items, my laptop, and, most tragically, jewelry given to me by my dead grandmothers and photographs. Mind you I’m already pregnant and homeless. XXXXX is a dick.
XXXX XXXX is 36 years old. We’re not talking about some 17 year old hood rat who works the check-out line at the Food Emporium that got in over his head. This is a full grown man. After skipping out on the apartment and his job he moved Upstate to stay with his dad. He had several reasons for this I believe. First, what he did by throwing out all of my things and kicking me out of the apartment was illegal. When I called the police they were more than happy to file charges against the son of a bitch, especially when I told them I was preggers. He also sold a bunch of his shit on ebay. The guy fancied himself a musician and had all kinds of gear for recording which I never once saw him use. Most people would think maybe he was selling this shit off because he has a shorty on the way. I mean, that’s what a normal, responsible man would do, right? Nah, he sold it so he could disappear and start a new life where I couldn’t find him and sue his dead beat ass for child support. That’s the man whose sperm I let inside of me.
I could live with all of that though. But now, my baby may be sick. Without getting all medical on you I’ll try to break it down. My blood and the baby’s blood types may not be compatible. There are two ways to test; one is for the father to test to see what his blood type is. This is a simple pin prick that doesn’t even need a band aid. The other is to test the baby directly and can be fatal. You would think even the biggest piece of shit mother would get his ass to a Lab Corps to save a baby, particularly his own, right? Not this one. I have begged, pleaded, threatened, offered money, you name it, and this son of a bitch has ignored me.
So I’m writing a blog about it. I’m going to write every scum bag move and trick this guy has pulled on me. I’m going to out his ass until I get the blood test my baby needs. I’m going to tell you now, there’s shit that would shock and horrify even the most seasoned family court judge. My man’s really set the bar high as to what it is to be a douche bag mother fucker. I have never in all my life been the type of woman to use this kind of language and feel so hostile toward another person, but I love my baby. Do you have any idea of what it’s like to have an ultrasound, look at your little son on the monitor and have the doc tell you he may die, all because the dick who promised to love you forever can’t get his pinky jabbed with a needle?
I hate men.