Chapter 6

Previous chapters can be found here.

I really wish I could have just wiped my hands of all this, this relationship. Normally, that would be an option, but REDACTED was pregnant.

I ended it right before Christmas making things all the more bitter. My timing was less than ideal. I had bought lots of presents for the kids and matching family pajamas.

I didn’t exactly leave REDACTED high and dry. I paid the next LGE bill and I paid half the rent for January and February. I sent financial support as much as I could. Despite being gone I was still trying my best. REDACTED wanted me to be there still, but I did not.

Things were still always contentious. REDACTED had a habit of blowing up my phone, calling dozens of times straight or sending many consecutive texts.

We ended up blocking each other and emailed each other back and forth for a few months. I sent roughly 110 emails, most of them being a sentence or 2, the equivalent of your average text. REDACTED sent me about 90. It was a conversation.

In court REDACTED used the quantity of my emails to signify harassment. That I was a creep sending over 100 emails. If it were 100 texts no one would bat an eye but it was 100 emails, emails that were part of a conversation mind you.

Many of the emails regarding a bill I didn’t consent to pay. My payment information was still stored in her LGE account and REDACTED used it to pay a $200 bill, money I didn’t have.

I continued on my life with the assumption I had a child coming even though REDACTED made it seem like I wouldn’t be part of his life. That wasn’t exactly an option for me. I was excited and I was buying baby stuff galore. Buying him Nintendo onesies was the greatest feeling in the world.

One day REDACTED calls me while I’m at work. I can’t remember if I had her unblocked or if she used an alternate number. What I do remember is REDACTED opening the conversation with a smug “What do think you’re going to do with that baby stuff?” Insinuating that I wouldn’t ever be in his life, that I wouldn’t meet him. The conversation quickly came to a head when I loudly blurted out “Then you’ll be in my suicide note!” And I hung up. If I couldn’t see my son I would have rather have been dead.

My most regrettable action is what I did next. I started a blog. The irony is not lost on me here.

The difference with that blog was the way I went about creating it. I had absolutely no tact in creating it. I didn’t respect anyone’s privacy and my goal was ultimately to antagonize REDACTED. I was so angry about the money I got taken from me and her telling me I wouldn’t be in his life. REDACTED wouldn’t even tell me what his name would be.

I was served with an Emergency Protection Order with a pending court date.