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Baby Daddy Drama

I’m over it

**STORY TIME because I really need to get this off my chest…**

I’ve been through A LOT with my youngest daughter’s father. While I was pregnant, I was grieving my brother and my mom, and instead of being there for me, he made everything about himself. He cheated, disrespected me, told me to shut the fuck up while I was pregnant, and still expected me to keep showing up like nothing happened.

And his family? Please. I helped his mother. I helped his grandmother. I showed love, brought food, put food in that refrigerator, and helped whenever I could. I never asked for anything in return, but somehow I couldn’t even get a simple THANK YOU. Instead, I got disrespect.

And after I had my C-section, did anybody check on ME? Did anybody ask how I was healing? If I was okay? If I needed anything? Not one damn person. I had just gone through major surgery while taking care of a newborn, and somehow everybody was worried about everything except the woman who just gave birth except my family (shoutout to them)

Then I’m in the hospital in pain, getting induced with OUR daughter, and he’s sitting on the couch and going outside to smoke instead of comforting me. Then questioning if the baby is his because she doesn’t look like him. Like please—genetics don’t stop at your damn face.

And every time I speak about how I feel, I’m told to shut the fuck up. Even making a comment about pushing me off a train platform and laughing about it was completely out of line.

But here’s the part everybody needs to understand: I remember EVERYTHING. I remember who I helped when I didn’t have to. I remember who I fed. I remember who I showed love to. I remember who I stood beside. And I remember exactly how y’all treated me when I was the one who needed love and support.

I’m not bitter. I’m just DONE. I don’t regret having a good heart, but I damn sure regret giving that good heart to people who took advantage of it.

You can’t disrespect me over and over and then expect the same woman who kept forgiving you to keep showing up. That woman is gone. My kindness has an expiration date, and y’all used yours up.

I’m taking my energy, my peace, and my love back. My babies come first, and I will never again lose myself trying to prove my worth to people who already showed me they didn’t appreciate me.

No revenge. No begging. No more chances. Just distance, peace, and a life where none of this bullshit gets access to me anymore.