onelastdeath
Banned
Ex girl got pregnant after me trying to get her back for over a year and a half. Looked me in my face, told me she loved me, then fukked some guy and now shes 2 months pregnant.
So, I have been trying to get back with my old girl for, for what seems like forever now. Trying to be patient, dealing with all the crying and shaming every few months, in some hope that maybe she’ll find her way back. I’m pretty much #HOH, just not on her. So I thought
It took so long for me to convince her to even date me because I had bad rep. I knew her for a while too, maybe like 9-10 months before we started dating. And I used to drop hints on her. Subtle, slick shyt like, "You needa stop frontin on me" 
Things like that, And she always laughed said "I would never go out with you, you're a fukking player. You're cool to talk to, and you're smart and handsome, but date?No"
She always told me that she trusted me, and she grew up not trusting anyone and shyt.
Things like that, And she always laughed said "I would never go out with you, you're a fukking player. You're cool to talk to, and you're smart and handsome, but date?No"She always told me that she trusted me, and she grew up not trusting anyone and shyt.
We started dating a little while after that, and it was perfect for a while. Great sex. Great Dates. She’s a reader and a writer like me too. I never even thought about cheating on her. It never really crossed my mind if I’m being honest, because I was several tiers above “satisfied”.
She’d spend some weekends at my crib and we’d just fukk, smoke, and watch movies, all weekend.
We’d share our creative work and when either of us critiqued the others work too harsh, we’d pretend to deny each other sex. I’d wake up to her in the morning at times, and she’d just be naked on my couch, reading , ass just 
, and tell me she made me breakfast and put it in the microwave. We’d go on picnics, (really, picnics) and she brought out a side of me that I honestly never knew was there. If there was ever a time to label a period of my life “true bliss” then that was it. She’d confide in me her deepest insecurities and regrets, and I’d do the same. There aren’t too many people who know me the way she does. She changed me, for the better. We changed each other, as she would say. I took her virginity too, so watching her grow as a sexual being was a new experience for me. From watching her tremble in nervousness the first time I went down on her and watching her seek reassurance by repeatedly asking me “Is this good” when attempting to return the favor, to getting it poppin’ in my car, or at Coney Island beach, or a quickie inside of an H&M dressing room. To quickies In Central Park, that she suggested. Waking up to Rolled Blunts and Hot Coffees. Watching Titanic with her and watching her get mad and call Rose a grimy ass bytch for not jumping in the water and dying with Jack. Coming over at my apartment at 2AM in the rain after an argument, uninvited, unannounced, just to tell me that she was sorry and that she never wanted to lose me, and hugged me for 3 minutes straight without it even being awkward. Then put it on the boy 
The type of girl, that we all have once. The one that just fits I guess. Then I fukked up. Got invited to a party. Got extra fukked up off a mix of different shyt, ( 4 Loko, Haze, Henny ) Kissed some random bytch on the neck ONCE grabbed her titties and woke up to my ex texting me the pictures the next day. Things I would have NEVER done sober, because once again, I was satisfied. Apparently she got them off of FB from some dumb MF who took pictures and uploaded them.
She came over to my crib, yelling at me. Screaming and crying, and then everything I had ever told her was up in the air to her at that point. She told me she needed some time away from me, and I spent a while trying to get her back. I regretted it every day. I know I didn’t mean to do it, but I was hard on myself like I did it on purpose.
Every now and then we’d meet up somewhere, for lunch or dinner and things would go smooth, until she got into her feels. Shes’ a real emotional person for a lot reasons that I won’t put out there. But things would be good, it seemed like we’d be catching up, or getting back, and she’d just revert. For a while now that’s what it’s been. Meet Up, Greet Up, Laugh, Cry, Leave, Revert.
Eventually, I got tired of it, and got back in the field. Casual Sex and upping the roster. But then
She’d spend some weekends at my crib and we’d just fukk, smoke, and watch movies, all weekend.
We’d share our creative work and when either of us critiqued the others work too harsh, we’d pretend to deny each other sex. I’d wake up to her in the morning at times, and she’d just be naked on my couch, reading , ass just , and tell me she made me breakfast and put it in the microwave. We’d go on picnics, (really, picnics) and she brought out a side of me that I honestly never knew was there. If there was ever a time to label a period of my life “true bliss” then that was it. She’d confide in me her deepest insecurities and regrets, and I’d do the same. There aren’t too many people who know me the way she does. She changed me, for the better. We changed each other, as she would say. I took her virginity too, so watching her grow as a sexual being was a new experience for me. From watching her tremble in nervousness the first time I went down on her and watching her seek reassurance by repeatedly asking me “Is this good” when attempting to return the favor, to getting it poppin’ in my car, or at Coney Island beach, or a quickie inside of an H&M dressing room. To quickies In Central Park, that she suggested. Waking up to Rolled Blunts and Hot Coffees. Watching Titanic with her and watching her get mad and call Rose a grimy ass bytch for not jumping in the water and dying with Jack. Coming over at my apartment at 2AM in the rain after an argument, uninvited, unannounced, just to tell me that she was sorry and that she never wanted to lose me, and hugged me for 3 minutes straight without it even being awkward. Then put it on the boy The type of girl, that we all have once. The one that just fits I guess. Then I fukked up. Got invited to a party. Got extra fukked up off a mix of different shyt, ( 4 Loko, Haze, Henny ) Kissed some random bytch on the neck ONCE grabbed her titties and woke up to my ex texting me the pictures the next day. Things I would have NEVER done sober, because once again, I was satisfied. Apparently she got them off of FB from some dumb MF who took pictures and uploaded them.
She came over to my crib, yelling at me. Screaming and crying, and then everything I had ever told her was up in the air to her at that point. She told me she needed some time away from me, and I spent a while trying to get her back. I regretted it every day. I know I didn’t mean to do it, but I was hard on myself like I did it on purpose.
Every now and then we’d meet up somewhere, for lunch or dinner and things would go smooth, until she got into her feels. Shes’ a real emotional person for a lot reasons that I won’t put out there. But things would be good, it seemed like we’d be catching up, or getting back, and she’d just revert. For a while now that’s what it’s been. Meet Up, Greet Up, Laugh, Cry, Leave, Revert.
Eventually, I got tired of it, and got back in the field. Casual Sex and upping the roster. But then
Ex girl got pregnant after me trying to get her back for over a year and a half. Looked me in my face, told me she loved me, then fukked some guy and now shes 2 months pregnant.
In August we met up for Dinner at a place we used to go to a lot. ( I think I posted a thread about it too ) Ended up really opening up to me again, telling me it hurt her so much because of how high in regard she held me. Said I was the only person she ever opened up to, confided in, and fukked (at the time). Her mom put in a good word for me apparently. She Told her that she’d regret letting me go over something so miniscule. We ended up going back to my crib around 4 AM after walking and talking in Washington square park for a couple of hours, and it almost felt like old times for a while. I cut off all the girls I was talking to, just in some hope that we might get back.
We were good for a little minute, not back together, but talking again. Not every day, but a couple of times a week. We still only had sex that one time in August, but I didn’t really care. It was just nice to have her back in my life. But then she reverted AGAIN, and this time I thought “fukk It Then, Deal With It”. I told her that too. I was so overwhelmed with things going on with my father, that I was just fed up. I was angry for a while. One of those times that I had a short temper, and even the slightest bad vibe would have tipped me over, and it did
I left my city to get a breather, and I left my phone at home. so the only way to contact me is skype or email. And I’m never really on Skype. Monday Night, I checked my email. Like I always do once a week, And in it, were messages from her. 8 of them. “PLEASE CALL ME” “PLEASE CALL ME” “I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU NOW” “ITS URGENT AS SOON AS YOU GET THIS, CALL ME” She had sent one about 5 minutes before I signed in, so I replied to it “What’s going on?” and she said “I need to tell you something. I need to tell you, please call me.” I told her I’d call her in a few minutes, and to stay by her phone.
So I left my APT, and hopped in my rental, and drove around searching for a payphone. I get there, called her. And she picked up the phone and I could hear her voice cracking. I could hear her about to cry. So I’m asking her what’s wrong, over and over again, trying to see what’s up. I thought something crazy had happened. Like someone got hurt, or someone was sick.
After about a minute of me telling her to tell me what’s wrong, she says to me “I’m Pregnant” and starts bawling over the phone. Just breaks down. I asked her “What?” as if I really needed to hear it again, but really because I was in disbelief. She starts crying, “I’m so sorry, I’m so fukking sorry. It was an accident. I love you so fukking much and I should have just gotten back with you. I shouldn’t have let that little shyt break up apart. I was so confused, I didn’t know what to do”
And at that point. I just hung up.
I felt so deflated. I got in my car and I didn’t even pull off for about 20 minutes. I just sat there, in silence. No tears. No nothing. Just silence. Took out the joint I kept in my glove compartment, and took that shyt to the head 
I went back to my APT, took a long look in the mirror. Made some coffee on my Keurig, and stared at the ceiling high as hell for a solid hour or two.
I’ve spent so long trying to get that back, sort of being defined by that in a way, and now it’s nothing. She’s been blowing up my email. There’s around 45 unread messages right now in there, and I haven’t even replied. I read one and she said that she had sex with someone in September. I haven’t felt like that in a long ass time. Its an L of epic proportions. Waste over a year trying to get back, and she goes out and gets pregnant. Granted, It’s not like I haven’t been having sex ( we all have needs
), but at the same time, I’m not out here getting women pregnant either.One side of me is sort of fukked up, but another side of me is happy I can finally put that era of my life behind me.
I don’t want to see her, or talk to her, I just want to move on. Leave her behind for the last time. I been carrying that guilt of fukking that up around for a little minute. I feel relieved to have it off my shoulder now.
I didn’t even know I could still be hurt by girls to be honest.
This is like my first ADULT L. She’s two months pregnant. Which means even after she looked me in my face and told me she loved me, she went around and had sex with someone and got pregnant. I know it ain’t mine because I had on a condom AND I didn't even cum during the sex. I came after.There’s a mixture of relief and disbelief inside of my mind right now. I’m at a crossroads right now, and I can’t tell if I’m about to be extra #HOH or if I’m going to take a break from the dating game all together and start getting on my grind again when I get home and stacking that cake. This is the first time I'm really not worried about her, or thinking about her. I'm just thinking of me, and what I can do next. With a free mind and a free conscience. It's a huge short term L, but I might look back in the long run and see this as a W. Hopefully.
She was selling me hope. Knowing she had something set up already.
Ex girl got pregnant after me trying to get her back for over a year and a half. Looked me in my face, told me she loved me, then fukked some guy and now shes 2 months pregnant.
shyt is about to get real interesting
Sorry for the essay. But
Put your pimp game on hold for hoes brehs
@Fonsworth @Emperor_ReinScarf @GinaThatAintNoDamnPuppy!
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dont do it!"
. I don't see an "L" here, I see a possibility.
I could care less to ever talk to her or see her ever again.