You better believe the NO SEX part.
Met this girl 3-4 years ago. Fell in love, everything was perfect. She needed a place to stay, so I let her move in with me. (I had known this girl 7-8 years before we got involved).
ANYWAY, relationship starts to crack after 4-5 months...you know how it can be.
Came home from work one night she was waiting by the kitchen table "honey, I'm pregnant"
alright...I mean, Im in a still good relationship, I have a decent job, I have a good place to live, I'm 26 years old, she is 26 years old, abortion is out of the question.
The next 9 monts are horrible, as the girlfriend slowly transforms into psycho-b*tch. I'm constantly thinking "got to make this one work, kid must have a family" so I stay. I mean...Im not the kind of guy who walks out on his pregnant girlfriend...right?
Elliot is born, and for the next 3 months everything is ok actually. Not because our situation improved or anything, but because I was kinda focused on the kid and on work.
3 months pass, psycho b*tch returns. She is all over me wondering if Im cheating, if I would want to cheat on her, if I think she is still attractive, why I dont do this or that anymore. She starts bossing me around, do the dishes, clean this, do that, stop playing on that stupid computer, do you really think you are a fighter pilot? You idiot. You want to get a beer with your buddies? Forget it, you are staying right here at home and clean something.
Meanwhile, Im spending 10-14 hours at work everyday busting my as* off trying to make the economy work, I come home around 7-8pm, just wanting to eat, play with son for a while, and then crash into bed before I have get up around 5am next morning. I'm like "how on earth would I find the time to cheat even if I wanted to". I cant go to a bar and get a beer with my buddies because everytime I do she either freaks out and starts screeming at me (who are you really going to see? What is her name?) OR I come home and find her crying in some corner of the appartment (nobody loves me, and you dont care about anything else but your drinking buddies).
Needless to say, I wanted out of the relationship...but still, it is not easy to leave when you have kids together.
So I figure, it could be worse. I mean, I have a good job, a wonderful kid, a good place to live, and sometimes (like once a month) the relationship is good.
So anyway, about a year ago, she is going out with some of her friends. I figure "great, now I can sit up all night and play aces high without having someone breathing down my neck all the time."
She comes home around 5 am, t o t a l l y drunk. I mean she is so drunk she is stumbling around in the appartment turning stuff over. She comes into the bedroom looking to score...Im like "no way...forget that." She starts taking about suicide. I'm like "uh...what?"
Thats when I decided to leave. I mean, clearly the relationship was *really* bad for both of us, I just never realized that it was that bad. So the next day I find another appartment, and a couple of weeks later I move out.
Three weeks later she tells me she is pregnant again...