My name is marissa.
I have two boys. My oldest is now 30 months, I had him when I was seventeen. His father and I had been together for 4 yrs. And I thought he would always be there. I was wrong. He told me over and over again how he wanted us to have a child together. The day I found out I was pregnant was a slap in the face. I showed him the positive preg. Test only to hear him curse in anger. My heart sank. Soon after, he was leaving me at home, alone, for weeks at a time. I had no phone, no car, no food, and no one to call since I had chosen him over my mother. My birthday, the day that I found out I was having a boy! Should be happy, right? That was also the day that my boyfriend was picked up by the tpd. He spent the next yr. And a half in prison. During that time, I gave birth to our son very prematurely. Our baby made it, and has grown to be a very healthy 2 1/2 yr. Old, that has still never seen his father.
During the past 2 yrs. I have found a man that is now the love of my life. We are married and have a new baby who is 7 months old. My husband has become the father that my first child had never had. He is great. Not to mention, our child together is disabled. He has been here through it all. He has seen me cry over my past, and he has held my hand thru my horrifying delivery. I know that he will never leave. He is a real man. And my children and I are very thankful.
Sry. This is so long. I hope it helps to show you both sides .
You can pm me if you'd like to discuss it further.
Marissa