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It amazes me how much of myself I seem to have lost since having my son. I feel so guilty talking about it but it really does haunt me. My body, my direction, my everything has changed since having him. The responsiblity almost suffocates me. And the loneliness is devastating.
His father, Nathan, left me the day I told him I was pregnant, I wouldn't have an abortion and he couldn't handle reality. It's been a long road for us. During my pregnancy and for the following year Nathan had a crippling cocaine addiction. I've never seen anything so scary. Don't get me wrong I was never a goody goody but I knew taking care of my family was defintely more important than blow. He was so far from reality back then... I begged and pleaded with him to stay above the surface. He was so bad off he didn't even know when he was lying and when he was telling the truth. He didn't know AJ's birthday or anything about him. He would come and go as he wished seeing the baby maybe every three weeks. When he would come to my door I would just break inside. He looked like a skeleton and would be shaking. And then he would wonder why AJ coudln't warm up to him and why I woudln't let him leave with AJ. It was miserable, I can't believe we made it though. He lost everything, his house, his girlfriend, his friends, and he almost lost us. Eventually I told his mom what was going on and she helped tremendously. She had thought he had an anxiety disorder and was possibly bi-polar, I think that would have been good news to her after she had found out the truth. He never actually admitted to her that he had a problem but he did ask her for help getting his life back on track. Finally, he kicked the habit, moved in with his mom, and enrolled in Community College. He spends some time with our son, AJ though not as much as I would like.
It is so hard being the only parent. Since the moment I found out that I was pregnant I feel like I've been alone. Not just alone like by myself, but alone where no one can identify with me no one can comfort me and there are walls miles high around my spirit that protects me from anyone coming in. I'm better than I used to be but I just feel so broken, so ruined. Emotionally I'm a complete distaster I can't trust anyone I'm apathetic and moody. Sexually I'm frustrated but can't even enjoy it if I can have it because I'm convinced it will end in pregnancy and abandonment. Socially, I feel inadequate, I only have a couple friends that have kids and most of my close friends do not. And professionally I just feel worthless. Before having AJ I was conivnced that I would gradutate from college, get a great job, land a georgeous husband and have the standard family. Boy was I ever wrong.
I do love AJ. I love him with all my heart. He is so smart, so kind, so loving, so inquisitive. He's wonderful. The best gift I've ever gotten. Sometimes though I feel so cheated and like there is no light at the end of the tunnel for us. Well, that's enough darkness for now.
