
Saying E's dad and I got along would be a total lie...we fought...bad. I didn't know his family....I didn't even really know him. I was sick to my stomach thinking that I was going to have to share my child with this person who I couldn't even talk to without fighting the urge to scream! I was stressed and totally freaked out.
A wonderful co-worker would calm me down every day and remind me that "babies change everything" and for the most part she was right. The DAY I had E, his dad seemed nicer...and not so butt-headish. He came almost everyday to see E and I made the effort to travel to his home to get to know his family and the people I would eventually have to leave my child with when dad got him.
And they're good people...I totally lucked out. They love my child and they take care of him, and I couldn't have asked for better. They put me at ease and opened their home and hearts to us, and for that I'm eternally grateful.
Things were going well...a few months after E got here, his dad and I even talked about marriage. I'm not one to rush into anything...especially marriage...so I asked him to wait and see how the first year went...then we'd talk about it.

Let's not forget that he decided this about 2 days AFTER we took our first ever family pictures. AWESOME...I'll be sure to put that in the baby book....see E, here's the last time we were a "family"...isn't that nice? :::smiley face wink:::
I'm not bitter...I'm not even sure I was happy either...I know I took what I thought we had for granted. I miss hugs...and kisses...and love you texts...if I said I didn't, I'd be lying. Who knows when anyone will ever pay attention to me again...I'm not concerned with it, but thinking about being a single mom forever makes me sad...just a little.

I know time heals...and I don't doubt that someday I'll look back and think to myself that this was supposed to happen exactly how it happened. Until then, though...I'd appreciate some closure...closure that I know I won't ever get, but a girl can dream.