I decided to tell you all the story of Bentley's father. Please be aware that nothing I post on this blog I write for sympathy. I don't expect sympathy from anyone. I am very happy with the way my life is when it comes to Bentley and his father's relationship. It's pretty much non-existent and I'm fine with that.
I met Bentley's father, Sean on December 18, 2009. Looking back on it now I have no idea why I was interested in him, but he was interested in me and at that time in my life I welcomed the feeling of being wanted. He asked for my number and asked if I would go back to his place, which I denied. After that I went off to Hays and he would ask me to come and hang out with him and his friends almost every weekend, so I did. It wasn't long before we were dating, despite all the negative comments about him from my friends. Like all my relationships, things got serious pretty fast and he was asking me to move in with him over the summer. I said it wouldn't be a good idea, but he insisted. So I did. Four months after we started dating I was pregnant.
Like I had predicted before things were already going downhill before we got this "wonderful" news and it didn't help any. Sean decided to move to Hays and be with me at the start of the semester, but come September he'd had enough of the crazy pregnant girl who tired to control him. He moved out and we were over. Of course, I knew he'd come back and he did in January. I was eight months pregnant. He told me he wanted to wake up with us every morning and so on. So we were back on and Bentley came in February. Sean had a job in Salina, so in April we moved down to Assaria so we could be together. We were never meant to live in the same space, though. Things got bad again and at the end of June he loaded up whatever he could fit in his crappy little truck and drove to Florida. He begged me to move down there with him, but there was no way that was happening. In September of 2011 I'd learned that he moved back and brought some girl with him that he'd met three days before he left, but that didn't bother me none. She left her son down in Florida with his father's mom. What bothered me, though, was that he didn't want me to know he was back and didn't see him for eight months. He has seen him once since June, 2011. I can't wait for the day that Bentley finally gets a real father. That day will be one of the best days of my life.
Mommy&B
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