Here she is, with my kid, and set me up like this. After all I did, this is how she treats me. This from someone who lived in the worst ghettos of St. Louis, in the projects, and I took her out of all that, gave her a nice place to live, new clothes & new furniture, since when I met her everything she had was either given to her or gotten from the Goodwill.
You might say, here is your chance to get out of this, but she had my one & only daughter. I wanted her & then the skank could take her bastard child & disappear for all I care.
So I packed up everything by myself in a rental truck & headed down to the miserable St. Louis. I get there & and try to see my daughter & she makes it impossible. She thinks that I am going to take her & disappear into the night, and she is right. All I wanted was my little girl. At this point I could care less about her.
There were two things that really escalated things. First, unbeknownsed to me, she was already screwing somebody else, probably within the same weekend that I had left for Minneapolis.
Now when I had stayed there, trying to work things out, or at least get things set up so I could get my daughter & get the hell out of there, I ended up staying at a rooming house, not familiar with the area and having to launder clothes, I ended up washing some drawers out in the sink & had them on a chair to dry. It happened that she came by the next morning, for what reason I still don’t know. She saw the drawers & being the cheating bitch she was, automatically assumed that I had some woman that I had slept with. She goes into a tirade, screaming and runs out of the house saying that it is over. Get this, here she is cheating on me, pregnant by whoever she is cheating on me with & has a fit because she THINKS that I am getting on with my life. Which was not the case. I, unlike her, was not trying to work my way through the north side of St. Louis.
This combined with the fopa on my part of not acknowledging her presence on one of the 3 times that she brought my daughter to see me, like I gave a shit about her. All I wanted to do was see my daughter.
She gets mad & says, "aren’t you gonna say hi to me?" Like I am supposed to give a shit. So I look at her & say, "Oh, Hi" & keep playing with my now 3 year old daughter. She lets me see her one more time, where I find out that she is now pregnant with another bastard child, making a grand total of three children, all by different men, & mine is the only one that was legitimate. Talk about a cliché. This is the standard definition of a ho!