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My life and stuff...
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Let me give you some background info first.
I met this girl just over a year ago. I was just leaving work when my mobile (cell) phone rang. It was my mate saying they had just finished their college course and they were going out for a major pissup to celebrate. I said I had no money 'til payday, which was a couple of days away. But, I had my arm twisted and decided to go.
We flirted all night and at the end of the night we kissed. After about a year of being single, this was brilliant. We met up about a week or so later and really hit it off. After about a month of going out, she fell pregnant. Unlucky, but these things happen.
Whe went to India for about three weeks and then I went to spain for a fortnight. About two days after she came back, and whilst I was away, I got a call from her saying she was pregnant.
Damn.
What the fuck can you do when you are 3000+ miles away in a foreign land and you're told over your moble that you are gonna be a dad?
After I came back, we talked. We agreed on an abortion, but she couldnt go through with it. Truthfully, I didn't want an abortion, but I respected her wishes and went along with it. I was relieved as hell that she couldn't do it.
We continued to have a relationship up until she was about six months pregnant. In November, we split up because we just knew that a relationship between us just wasn't gonna work. We both loved each other (and we still do), but just knew that it wasn't gonna work.
Then, at the end of March, Thomas came along.
It's been 113 days since my son Thomas was born. I just cannot describe the feeling that I got when I saw my child for the first time. I've done many drugs in my life and the best high I've ever had is nothing in comparison. It doesn't even start to compare. Nothing does, nor can.
My problem is that I now live near Manchester, which is about 250 miles northwest of London, where my ex and Thomas live. I go down as often as possible, once or twice a month, but frankly, that isn't enough. I miss them both.
One of the main reasons that I moved up here in January is that I'm epileptic and London, as you may know, is stressful as hell. True, I'm on a fraction of what I was earning in London, but I don't care. Since I've lived up here, I haven't had a fit and I'm feeling a lot better.
Like I said, I miss them both and want to be with them. I'm looking into ways of sorting things with her and getting back to being a father to my son.
I've even been looking into getting a mortgage for a house. This is scary. I'm 21 now; I've got a 3 month old son; and I'm looking at getting a fucking mortgage.
My other way is going back to London. I need a job, though. I've got a long term business idea/plan in the pipeline, but that's a while away, I think.
But, you never know what's gonna happen in life, do you?
That's my story. What do you have to say about that?
Respect
Jay D
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