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.
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Id say dont use XXXXX, post his name, and any personal info you can provide on any and all forums and blogs where this might be relevant. Hey, with a little luck one could organise a linch mob for this bastard to hang him up upside down, cut him, and let him bleed out so one has enough for a thousand blood tests.
As for your child, i might not be a doctor, but i know a thing or two about biology. I know differences in blood types, as well as an immune reaction can pose a threat to a child, but i dont know of any case where a fetus would face certain doom because of it. Even if you dont find him, unless you have a medical condition you havent mentioned, you and your kid should be most likely ok.
The blog forrestisadick.blogspot. His name is Forrest Carr. I have no qualms about sharing his real name at all. I even posted a photo of him. What’s he going to do, sue me? That would be irony for you, har, har.
I am not completely blameless in this situation though. I was too naive to see through all of his bullshit. That’s on me. In my own defense though, I trusted him because we’ve known each other practically our whole lives; he is my stepfather’s nephew. I thought if for no other reason than our family connection he’d always be decent to me.
I can’t help but think worst case scenario with the baby. I do have other health issues and the pregnancy was determined high risk prior to this even being a factor. My blood pressure is dangerously high, but I have to be honest, writing about all of this and getting it out of my system helps immensely. Visit the site, share with your friends, and warn them that somewhere out there this guy is creeping around. No doubt in a bar or on some online dating service pretending to be an “old fashioned guy with post modern ideals”.
Oh, well in that case arent there family members who could help you? Both with the whole becoming homeless thing, and somebody has to know his blood type.
Not to mention. You are living in the supossedly most power country on our times, blood types for people are recorded even here, in my country (A place where the prices are western european, wages are like in etiopia, and we got the single biggest suicide rate in whole europe.), surely you must have such records ower there.
I asked his parents and received no response. I’m not homeless anymore. I have a great job now and make a comfortable living, although being laid up on bed rest isn’t going to be good on my wallet.
We don’t have public databases with people’s blood types here. It would certainly make things a whole lot easier if that was the case.
Actually, there could be problem if one of them is rh negative and the other is rh positive on their blood type.
I thought my husband was an ass until I read this. I am sorry for your situation. If you know his family could you not get a court order to have the parents blood tested? That may help solve the potential blood type problem.
I finally heard from his step mom who think his blood type is rh positive. She also mentioned that we will need to have a paternity test. I just about lost my mind with this. He knows he is the father, that I never in a million years would have been with anyone else, and now to discredit me and have an excuse for the shitty things he’s done he’s throwing this in the mix. I’m so furious.
I can only imagine how frustrating it must be for you. Just remember, he will be proven wrong in the end and he will have to pay child support. I know that probably doesn’t help the pain right now.
If they want a paternity test then couldn’t you get his dna sooner? Then you could make sure he has the right blood type.
Are you rh positive? If so, the baby will be ok if he is too.
How far along are you?…if you don’t mind me asking.
I’m 21 weeks and rh negative. Since he isn’t forthcoming about his blood type I have to have an amnio tomorrow. I have other health issues (hypertension, overactive thyroid, endmometriosis, etc) which make it dangerous but since I have to have it done I suggested we test paternity now rather than later so this whole stupid topic is off the table. Of course, I heard nothing back. He’s just drumming up excuses to explain all of the horrible things he’s done and purposely trying to hurt me.
I was raped when I was 16 and it left quite an impression on me. I was never sexual in any way. I had two serious relationships which didn’t last partially because I couldn’t get past my hang ups about sex. When I got together with Forrest, we worked through my issues. He is the first and only man I ever wanted to be with in that way. He knows all about this and is now using this supposed promiscuity bullshit to really hurt me. I trusted him mind, body and soul, the first person ever, and this is what I get. I feel right back where I was when I was 16.
I hope everything went well for you and your baby with the amnio. I am sorry I did not get back to you sooner. I sincerly hope that you get your answers resolved soon so you can at least stop having to worry about your baby’s health. So, you are on bed rest now until the baby comes?
I am so sorry. It has to be devistating to be betrayed like that. I hope that someday you will be able to trust enough to love again.
Thank you. I feel okay. Every little twinge gets me freaked but I’m trying to stay calm. I’m so angry about all of this. It’s all so unnecessary. I’ve spent the day trying to help the private investigator I hired to find him. It’s like looking for a needle in a hay stack though; he could be anywhere.