yviedarling
June 23rd, 2013, 10:39 PM
I'm just going to put a warning. This may seem over the top and more like a sitcom than the truth, but all this actually did happen, a little over two years ago actually.
So, I was hanging out with my best friend, Jesse, at the mall one Sunday. She got a call on her phone, and of course, it was her new boyfriend. They had already been dating for some time and though I had not met him, I knew that she was posi-TUTE-ly in love with him. After giggling and talking lovey-dovey to him for a few minutes on the phone, she hung up and said that he and his friend were coming to hang out with us. I didn't care, I was actually kind of excited. I finally get to meet the famous Nick, with the bonus of another person.
Her boyfriend was nice, and we became friends instantly. The other guy (whose name was Josh) was kinda nice, too. I was a little off put because he was paying such close attention to me, which I'm not very accustomed to.
Fast forward to nighttime the same day. We were driving along in Josh's car when he all of a sudden stopped at a park. I don't remember if he said why we were there or not, but before i knew it, we were out of the car and walking towards the playground. At night, I learned the parks were always filled with teenagers, doing teenagerly things. Anyway, we stopped a little ways in front of the swings, where a very upset-looking girl and some others were standing, seemingly waiting for us. Not long after we arrived everyone in the group was yelling at Josh, spouting out how evil he was for hitting the upset girl and he deserved to get his (bleep) handed to him and such.
Wait a minute, what? This guy, this very wimpy looking, not very smart guy hit this girl, allegedly giving her bruises and something about a broken rib? I simply couldn't believe it. She looked fine, just pissed off. But I didn't know the guy so I stayed quiet and just observed, as did Nick and Jesse. Keep calm, there wasn't a big fight. After Josh got punched once or twice by the girl's new boyfriend we simply got in the car and left, of course getting a ticket since Nick was driving and he didn't even have his permit yet.
Fast forward about a month or so. Me and Josh had been flirting for quite a while, to the point where we hung out literally every day. I was so happy, people who have had even a semi-active dating life wouldn't understand it. I mean it when I say this was the first time a guy had ever shown an interest in me. EVER.
This day was different. I was more than happy. I was ecstatic. Josh had just asked me to be his girlfriend. My first boyfriend. Holy crap, guys. Seriously.
Fast forward about a day later when I tell all my friends that me and Josh are dating officially. Their response confused and angered me. There was no "YAY MUNCHIE'S HAPPY WOOHOO HOORAY." Instead, they seemed kind of worried and upset. They told me it probably wasn't a good idea because the relationship wouldn't end well. I didn't take their advice as what it was: actual concern. I took it as them doubting my ability to maintain a relationship. So I ignored them. Terrible, I know.
Fast foward (A lot of this, I know, but it's hard to write absolutely everything so I'm skipping the least important stuff.) about half a year. Me and Josh had been on and off, with tons of cheating on his part and being naive and desperate on mine, but this time I had broken it off for good. I was free from him for about two months or so when I find out I'm four months pregnant. We had been physical a lot (one of the requirements to be his girlfriend, I soon found out) so to be honest, it wasn't much of a shock. One of my friends that was with me called Josh, and he said he didn't believe them. It had to be someone else's kid. When they pointed out the well known fact in our circle of friends that he was the only person I had ever done anything with, or even been with, he stopped talking to us. About a week later, he pulled up to my house and told me he wanted to be involved with the baby (we later find out it's twin boys). I was happy, and for the sake of the babies, we tried to make it work again. Well, I tried. He never changed. My mother had kicked me out after I refused to get an abortion and so I had to move to another state with some other family members that helped me pay for my medical bills and health insurance. Josh somehow took me leaving the state as his free will to cheat and party and pretty much do what he used to without any consequences. When I called him out on this and asked him when he was going to come down to my state (he had promised to do so when I left our home state). He told me his father was dying of cancer, so he couldn't make it down like he wanted to because his mother was so upset. I felt terrible and let it go.
Fast forward about four months and I'm in the doctor's office. While we had planned to give me a c-section about a week later (natural birth was deemed too dangerous since it was twins), we had to schedule an emergency surgery because the ultrasound technician had messed up my last couple appointments and it had turned out one of the twins had passed some time ago. They were worried for the other one's safety and health since the dead one was sucking up all the nutrients from him. The surgery went fine, my baby was going to be okay, despite being malnourished, the only bad part of the whole ordeal was the little life that was lost. I was, of course, conflicted in my emotions. Josh called and he seemed upset, too, and it made me feel a little better than he felt enough for our child that he felt he suffered a lost, too. A couple days later, a man came to talk to me about my options for burying the dead child, saying I could do a traditional burial or I could cremate him. I decided to cremate on my own since we couldn't get a hold of Josh. I thought that half of the ashes could go to me, and the other half to his family. I was let out of the hospital not too long after I was submitted, little baby Noah needing to stay behind for extra care, I went home and checked my messages to tell all my close friends far away what had happened. When I checked my mail, I saw a message from Josh's cousin, asking me if everything was true, if I really was pregnant, and such. I was confused. Josh's family supposedly knew everything, every detail. Why was she asking? Maybe she was doubting me. So, I told her that yes, everything was true, and caught her up on recent events. Her next message almost broke me. Josh's family, aside from her and her mother and her aunt (not Josh's mother), had no idea who I was. They didn't know anything about anything.
Needless to say, I was pissed. Instead of confronting Josh himself, I called his grandmother with a number from his delightful cousin. I talked to her about everything, and eventually told his mother, too. It was then that I was told that Josh's father was in perfect health, and that they had no idea he was even supposed to be trying to get to another state. My phone call with his mom was interrupted by an angry call from him. He was upset because I signed for a cremation, instead of a burial, without his permission. When I told him why I had signed for a cremation, he said he didn't care and that he refused to sign for it. It was then that I realized he was a lunatic. After talking to the funeral home directors, they said my mother could sign for the cremation, and they would do it. So, that's what I did. Fast forward again about a month, and I get ten texts at once. Josh was arrested for raping a fourteen year old girl.
Whoa. As horrible as it sounds, I wasn't very surprised. He wasn't too happy if a girl said no to him, and forcing her didn't seem like too far for him. As time went on, I watched the story. It turns out, the whole time me and Josh were dating, and for years before that, he had been forcing dozens of girls as young as 13 to have sex with them, though he was only charged and committed for the one time. Only about a month ago (the current date being 6/23/2013) was he sent to jail for nine years with parole. He pleaded guilty but insisted all those other girls are lying.
I have no contact with him or his family, and I'm kind of glad I don't have to worry about him anymore. He made things extremely difficult.
The point of this post was to warn EVERYONE about the kind of people that are out there, and to encourage them to not deal with anybody that cheats, or pressure you into doing anything physical. I don't regret having my baby, but I would love if I could go back and refuse to even be in the same room as him.
Love and care,
Munchie<3
OOH. WAIT. QUESTION TIME.
1. Have you ever been with and/or a cheater?
2. If you've been with a cheater, what did you do?
3. What qualifies as a healthy relationship to you?
So, I was hanging out with my best friend, Jesse, at the mall one Sunday. She got a call on her phone, and of course, it was her new boyfriend. They had already been dating for some time and though I had not met him, I knew that she was posi-TUTE-ly in love with him. After giggling and talking lovey-dovey to him for a few minutes on the phone, she hung up and said that he and his friend were coming to hang out with us. I didn't care, I was actually kind of excited. I finally get to meet the famous Nick, with the bonus of another person.
Her boyfriend was nice, and we became friends instantly. The other guy (whose name was Josh) was kinda nice, too. I was a little off put because he was paying such close attention to me, which I'm not very accustomed to.
Fast forward to nighttime the same day. We were driving along in Josh's car when he all of a sudden stopped at a park. I don't remember if he said why we were there or not, but before i knew it, we were out of the car and walking towards the playground. At night, I learned the parks were always filled with teenagers, doing teenagerly things. Anyway, we stopped a little ways in front of the swings, where a very upset-looking girl and some others were standing, seemingly waiting for us. Not long after we arrived everyone in the group was yelling at Josh, spouting out how evil he was for hitting the upset girl and he deserved to get his (bleep) handed to him and such.
Wait a minute, what? This guy, this very wimpy looking, not very smart guy hit this girl, allegedly giving her bruises and something about a broken rib? I simply couldn't believe it. She looked fine, just pissed off. But I didn't know the guy so I stayed quiet and just observed, as did Nick and Jesse. Keep calm, there wasn't a big fight. After Josh got punched once or twice by the girl's new boyfriend we simply got in the car and left, of course getting a ticket since Nick was driving and he didn't even have his permit yet.
Fast forward about a month or so. Me and Josh had been flirting for quite a while, to the point where we hung out literally every day. I was so happy, people who have had even a semi-active dating life wouldn't understand it. I mean it when I say this was the first time a guy had ever shown an interest in me. EVER.
This day was different. I was more than happy. I was ecstatic. Josh had just asked me to be his girlfriend. My first boyfriend. Holy crap, guys. Seriously.
Fast forward about a day later when I tell all my friends that me and Josh are dating officially. Their response confused and angered me. There was no "YAY MUNCHIE'S HAPPY WOOHOO HOORAY." Instead, they seemed kind of worried and upset. They told me it probably wasn't a good idea because the relationship wouldn't end well. I didn't take their advice as what it was: actual concern. I took it as them doubting my ability to maintain a relationship. So I ignored them. Terrible, I know.
Fast foward (A lot of this, I know, but it's hard to write absolutely everything so I'm skipping the least important stuff.) about half a year. Me and Josh had been on and off, with tons of cheating on his part and being naive and desperate on mine, but this time I had broken it off for good. I was free from him for about two months or so when I find out I'm four months pregnant. We had been physical a lot (one of the requirements to be his girlfriend, I soon found out) so to be honest, it wasn't much of a shock. One of my friends that was with me called Josh, and he said he didn't believe them. It had to be someone else's kid. When they pointed out the well known fact in our circle of friends that he was the only person I had ever done anything with, or even been with, he stopped talking to us. About a week later, he pulled up to my house and told me he wanted to be involved with the baby (we later find out it's twin boys). I was happy, and for the sake of the babies, we tried to make it work again. Well, I tried. He never changed. My mother had kicked me out after I refused to get an abortion and so I had to move to another state with some other family members that helped me pay for my medical bills and health insurance. Josh somehow took me leaving the state as his free will to cheat and party and pretty much do what he used to without any consequences. When I called him out on this and asked him when he was going to come down to my state (he had promised to do so when I left our home state). He told me his father was dying of cancer, so he couldn't make it down like he wanted to because his mother was so upset. I felt terrible and let it go.
Fast forward about four months and I'm in the doctor's office. While we had planned to give me a c-section about a week later (natural birth was deemed too dangerous since it was twins), we had to schedule an emergency surgery because the ultrasound technician had messed up my last couple appointments and it had turned out one of the twins had passed some time ago. They were worried for the other one's safety and health since the dead one was sucking up all the nutrients from him. The surgery went fine, my baby was going to be okay, despite being malnourished, the only bad part of the whole ordeal was the little life that was lost. I was, of course, conflicted in my emotions. Josh called and he seemed upset, too, and it made me feel a little better than he felt enough for our child that he felt he suffered a lost, too. A couple days later, a man came to talk to me about my options for burying the dead child, saying I could do a traditional burial or I could cremate him. I decided to cremate on my own since we couldn't get a hold of Josh. I thought that half of the ashes could go to me, and the other half to his family. I was let out of the hospital not too long after I was submitted, little baby Noah needing to stay behind for extra care, I went home and checked my messages to tell all my close friends far away what had happened. When I checked my mail, I saw a message from Josh's cousin, asking me if everything was true, if I really was pregnant, and such. I was confused. Josh's family supposedly knew everything, every detail. Why was she asking? Maybe she was doubting me. So, I told her that yes, everything was true, and caught her up on recent events. Her next message almost broke me. Josh's family, aside from her and her mother and her aunt (not Josh's mother), had no idea who I was. They didn't know anything about anything.
Needless to say, I was pissed. Instead of confronting Josh himself, I called his grandmother with a number from his delightful cousin. I talked to her about everything, and eventually told his mother, too. It was then that I was told that Josh's father was in perfect health, and that they had no idea he was even supposed to be trying to get to another state. My phone call with his mom was interrupted by an angry call from him. He was upset because I signed for a cremation, instead of a burial, without his permission. When I told him why I had signed for a cremation, he said he didn't care and that he refused to sign for it. It was then that I realized he was a lunatic. After talking to the funeral home directors, they said my mother could sign for the cremation, and they would do it. So, that's what I did. Fast forward again about a month, and I get ten texts at once. Josh was arrested for raping a fourteen year old girl.
Whoa. As horrible as it sounds, I wasn't very surprised. He wasn't too happy if a girl said no to him, and forcing her didn't seem like too far for him. As time went on, I watched the story. It turns out, the whole time me and Josh were dating, and for years before that, he had been forcing dozens of girls as young as 13 to have sex with them, though he was only charged and committed for the one time. Only about a month ago (the current date being 6/23/2013) was he sent to jail for nine years with parole. He pleaded guilty but insisted all those other girls are lying.
I have no contact with him or his family, and I'm kind of glad I don't have to worry about him anymore. He made things extremely difficult.
The point of this post was to warn EVERYONE about the kind of people that are out there, and to encourage them to not deal with anybody that cheats, or pressure you into doing anything physical. I don't regret having my baby, but I would love if I could go back and refuse to even be in the same room as him.
Love and care,
Munchie<3
OOH. WAIT. QUESTION TIME.
1. Have you ever been with and/or a cheater?
2. If you've been with a cheater, what did you do?
3. What qualifies as a healthy relationship to you?