A Glossygirls Tale….

Okay. So I am going to let people in on a little secret. A little tidbit of me. Yes, you probably won’t believe this, but I know that Jason R. Steele can back me up, so I am just going to say it.

Soooo..last November I found out I was pregnant. I was told for years that I would not be able to have children, and if I did it would be hard for me to carry the pregnancy all the way through. So I have been trekking along in life, pretty much committed to the idea that I will always be the Aunt, and never be the Mom. (kind of like always the bridesmaid, never a bride theory). I was seeing this guy then. We will call him T, however I would like to call him many other names. Anyhow. So I go to my doctor, just my normal I have an earache doctor and she confirms the pregnancy and tells me that I am probably 6-8 weeks along. I know I have been dating this guy awhile, so obviously I would assume it is his. So he takes the news really well. About as well as a two year old in the toy store that isn’t going to get the toy they want. And long story short, he was a total ass to me. Tried everything in the book to get me to abort the pregnancy, and oh did I mention that he had a girlfriend this whole time that I didn’t find out about until later.  So when I refused for the millionth time that I would not be getting an abortion and told him he could go shove it up his ass because there is no way this guy is worth more than a human life (which he would strongly disagree, I assure you) he stopped talking to me. I was like, fine, I am going to have this baby and it will be fine. Over the next 6 weeks, I keep feeling things move and I keep telling everyone, including my doctor, that I am seriously feeling movement, kicking, watching my stomach roll around. I was told I was nuts and just a sill expectant mom. Except my friend Jenni, who is one of the most amazing people, and seriously is probably the whole reason I actually took the home pregnancy test in the first place. Actually, it was all her fault for ruining my perfectly lovely Monday night.

So I finally make it into the doctor for my first appointment, and they do the initial ultrasound and low and behold, I am not nuts, I was almost nine months pregnant. According to my doctor I should have only been going into my fourth month. They proceed to tell me that after a million tests I will be permanently residing in the hospital until I have this baby, if they don’t end up taking it that night. Obviously this is a shock, and I won’t bore you with the details of that, but turns out that the asshole is not the father. He won’t return my calls and the whole six weeks he didn’t talk to me, all I got was a text message asking if I was still pregnant. He said until I decided to be an upstanding person and not wreck his life he wanted nothing to do with me. So I sent him a message saying he didn’t have to worry about it anymore (because he won’t even answer my calls) and leave it at that. He of course sends me a text message how I am nothing but a whore who was trying to trap him because he is a “good guy to land” , and how he was just using me for good sex (which hey, apparently that was some kind of compliment) and how he is going to take out his girlfriend for a celebratory dinner and that they would throw me table scraps and that I should enjoy that “bastard child of mine”. Yes I know, he sounds like a real charmer. I don’t know how on earth I ever let him go…anyways. This was a year ago almost.

So here I am, and we are now getting to the WTF part,  and he finds me on myspace. makes a comment about my “cute kid” and proceeds to go at it again with me. Now I know I should have blocked him, but I wanted to see what he had to say, and how low he would actually go, and you know what the little f***er had the nerve to say after a barrage of emails back and forth of him saying I was still so wanting him and me saying, you are a f-ing moron??? 

he said…”yayayayaya…so do you want to have sex or what?”

SERIOUSLY? SERIOUSLY? WHAT THE F**** (AKA wtf)  

That is all I had to say about that. I can’t say anything but wtf? I just. Yeah. WTF just about covers it.