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maybe not, but here it is anyway:
I was with a woman for a few years I dearly loved. Much younger than me (by 10 years). I wanted to marry her, we were so much alike on many things. But she wanted to wait. And wait.
In the meantime, I had 3 kids 2200 miles away I was missing, so I bounced back and forth between California, and Ohio where my kids were.
I finally settled on CA and my GF as I only got to see my kids once a month, if I was lucky (the X wife....). My GF had moved to a one bedroom here and her parents decided not to let me live with her (even though they knew we were together...). She did not fight for me to live there, and I ended up in a crappy motel (but cheap, and no other bills each month).
She left me stranded a few times, and I finally decided I did not want to live like this any longer. I was making plans to eventually go back to Ohio and stay. And then I met the woman of my dreams. She picked up on me, and when we held hands the first time it was like an electric shock went through us both.
We both fell in love right away, and I do mean right away. I decided to tell my GF that it was over. And I knew it would hurt - and I still loved her, but we could not be together as her parents ran her life. I put in notice at work, and decide to move back, and I talk to my now X GF.
And she drops the bomb on me.
She found out she was 4-5 months pregnant, and wants to marry me.
I couldn't do it. Could not bring another child into this world and raise it for years and then leave, and I knew it would probably turn out that way with her.
So I left. Moved back to Ohio, but still talked to her. She had our daughter without me here, and we agreed not to tell her until she was much older who I am.
We are friends now, and talk, and I am going to see her soon as I have moved back to CA with my wife.
But still. I left her here, and I loved her, but I also knew it would not work. She is married now, with a son, and we are both happy.
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