I'm sick of my ******ed **** bm & my son ain't even here yet.
Less than a month away from my little guy being here & I've had no clue how he's been for the last 3-4 months.
Only woman I've ever seen in life be mad that a guy is actually trying to take care of his child. Like what kind of backwards **** is that?
Dropped his crib off today at her place & per usual the dummy refuses to say when his next appointment is or how the pregnancy is going.
Mind you we're about 3-4 weeks away from being due. So now I'm just waiting hoping her dumb *** actually calls when she's about to go in labor.
To me birth is a beautiful thing, my Pops was killed when I was 14 months so being there for mine every step of the way was always a goal really priority of mine.
She's stripped the entire experience away from me & that **** burns me up inside.
At this point I'm taxed with life man. I make an effort to do my good deeds bc I genuinely like helping others as well as
I don't go out of my way to do anybody any ill will & yet I end up with situations like this.
Not tryna come off as complaining but the **** gets frustrating especially when you know there's nothing but good in your heart.
On top of that I walk into work 2 weeks ago & find out my desk partner killed himself
Me & dude weren't super tight but we built a solid friendship over the past few months. I'm still not sure how he killed himself but I'm the one who encouraged & educated the kid on getting armed and getting a concealed license smh Matter fact just a few days after our talks about handguns he went & picked up one and a shotty. I can't help but think damn did I basically help this kid do this to himself?
Life's been crazy but I'm trying my best to take everything in stride. Just needed somewhere to vent man.