Hi, I'm Sara, I'm a 24 yr old single mommy of a beautiful little girl named Mari Lyn, I'm from Detroit, MI. And this is my story.
It all started in July of 2012, I started seeing this guy named Matthew that I met on PoF. We had started talking on there probably in 2011ish? And I had added him as a friend on fb. Then I forgot about him for awhile. Then in June of 2012 he starts commenting on my pics and stuff and we started chatting. Then in July we decided to hang out and smoke together and have sex. He had told me he had recently broken up with his ex-gf/baby mama Sam. So we kept chilling together, smoking weed and having sex over the course of about 8 mos. Then on February 19th 2013, I was really horny and needed to get some booty. So of course I said hey yo' Matt, I need the D. So we decided I would go over there after Sam picked their son up around 8pm ish, he asked me to wear a mini skirt, fishnets, and no panties, because it was a fantasy of his. And I did. I had my mom drive me (no car) By this time I had fallen in love with him, and that night I decided to tell him how I felt and of course he didn't love me back. But I had to get it off of my chest. Then we did the deed 3 times and went to bed. This was the night I got pregnant with my daughter. I found out 2 days after my dog died, March 7th 2013. I'd had plans to go to Heritage Park with my mom, but after I saw that positive pee test , I FREAKED. I immediately called my best friend Amanda and cancelled my plans with my mom (no worries, she was used to me ditching her for Amanda LOL). When I got to Amandas house she had 3 more pregnancy tests waiting for me. She said I had to pee on all of them. I did (I still have them too, I kept my original one, and the 3 Amanda bought for me). I still at this point was FREAKING THE F*CK OUT. How could I of all people be pregnant? How would I raise this kid? Would Matthew even be willing to stick around and help out? What would I say to my family? How would I tell them? Would they be happy? Or angry?
I hung out with Amanda and her bf Wiley all day, and Renee and Rob (our mutual friends) too while trying to focus and figure this out. Amanda made me tell Matthew, so I sent him a picture of the positive pee stick with the words "I'm pregnant." Nothing more, nothing less. Short, simple, and to the point. I didn't really want to even say anything to him, I just wanted to delete and block him and that be the end of it, because I knew that he had too many issues that I didn't want my baby involved with (drugs, lying - I knew in my heart he had been lying and keeping some things from me, especially about Samantha, but that's another story in and of itself - cat hoarding, basic immaturity, etc) Amanda made me tell him because "It's the right thing to do, he deserves to know" she's my conscience. So I told him. Wish I wouldn't have - I could have saved myself a lot of heartache. Anywho, after hanging out at Amanda and Wileys all day, I decided to go home, as I was on my way home, my mom calls and asks if I can swing by Taco Bell and grab her some food. Amanda says sure. So we go to TB. Thank God for prolonging me going home. I get home and hand the food to my mom and run and hide in my room. Bad idea. My mom KNEW something was up and starts asking all kinds of questions. I try to keep my cool and just say "Nothing, I'm fine, just want to be alone." She keeps pestering me. So I reach into my pockets, throw the pregnancy test at her and say "I'm fucking pregnant, OK?" My mom gets this HUGE ass grin on her face and starts saying I'm gonna be a grandma, yada yada yada. And then realizes I'm crying my eyes out. And looks at me and says "This should be a happy moment for you, why are you crying??" I just blubbered something along the lines of "I don't think I can do this. I don't know anything about kids really, I don't even like kids, I don't think I want this baby."
Fast forward a few days. The idea sets in. I decude I want to go and talk to Matthew and my mom wants to at least meet him. So we go over there. The little pussy hid in his room and wouldn't come out. His stepdads gf decides to sit there and talk shit about me right in front of me and my mom calling me a little tramp and whatnot. So I message Matt later basically telling him to fuck off and all.
Then in July we reconcile and he decides he wants to be a part of the pregnancy. And he helps me move into my new home. Fine. But actions are stronger than words. He never called me, texted me, nothing, when we did talk, I ALWAYS brought up the pregnancy, and I would talk of my hopes and dreams about our daughter.
Then in September, I try to get ahold of him about the baby shower, because he's supposed to be there, and… he blows me off. Completely shuts me out and ignores me. So I message him on a different app. He calls me out on facebook and accuses me of lying about him being the father, and wanting to control our daughters life (apparently daydreaming about your future baby and all the fun you're going to have raising it is "controlling" lmao). And all kinds of other b/s. So I told him to fuck off. Then he threatens to have CPS take her away from me because I have Bi-Polar disorder, which apparently makes me an unfit mother. So I cease contact with him. But I'm hurt. I really, really wanted him and I to be a family, and for my daughter to have a father in her life. I wanted it to work. The baby shower and the rest of my pregnancy go off without a hitch. I had an easy pregnancy, labor, and delivery. My daughter was born 11/16/13 at 4:51pm and was 6lbs, 14oz, 21in. A beautiful healthy baby girl. After all the craziness and whatnot. When everybody went home, and I was alone with my daughter in the hospital. I texed him stating "I gave birth to your daughter today, not that you give a shit." Then we don't talk again until January 2014. He texts asking if he can at least meet her, I said sure whatever. And I took her to meet him. What does he dont? Plays video games and then goes to sleep, doesn't even pay any mind to her, so when he fell asleep, I left. Peace fucker. Then I saved up money to do an at home DNA test in the mean time (I wanted a DNA test just to make me feel better about myself and raise myself esteem, anytime I feel low, I look at it.) So we don't talk again until March. I take the baby over to his house, and we do the DNA test (just an at home kit sold by Identigene labs) and then I left. I talk to him a couple times after that, and he agains decided he wanted to be in the babys life and asked me "What are the rules?" So I said
"Rule 1. Get your court shit taken care of.
Rule 2. Get a job any job.
Rule 3. Make sure when shes around there's no pipes or baggies of weed laying around where she can get it and put it in her mouth.
Rule 4. When you get a bit of money, pick up a pack of diapers or a new outfit for her. Small things.
Rule 5. Make sure any girls you bring around her are dressed appropriately and not trashy.
Rule 6. Be a positive role model for her." And he basically said "Fuck you, don't give me any more rules, I'll raise my daughter the way I see fit" "Bitch you ain't raising her, I'm the one raising her, you don't even KNOW her, and I'm her mother/sole custodial parent, what I say goes. You're not on the BC, and that DNA test, isn't court admissible."
Then in late May he asked to see her because he was moving to Ohio with his new girlfriend. So I said I'll think about it. I decide to go spend the weekend at my dads a couple weeks later while my mom bombs the house for fleas. While at my dads, I ask him if he wants to see the baby before he moves. His reply? "No, I don't, if you ever mention that thing again I'll come find you and punch you in the fucking face." Fuck you asshole. That's the last I've seen/heard from him. Now he's in Ohio, and he can fucking stay there!! Michigan doesn't WANT him back!
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Wow he just needs to get over him self
