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I’ve been trying to conserve our relationship for so long. An endless battle and you always falter and never want to fight. You constantly blame me for the source of our problems and say your life would be better off without me. Now that we’re parents this has just gotten so much worse. And when I have the balls to demand respect you become aggressive. You lunge at me though never hit me as though to excuse yourself because you never actually did it. But your intention is clear. Your hate is showing despite the lies of you telling me you love me. Any disagreement or any truth you don’t want to hear and that’s it for you. I can’t believe I’ve been fighting to be with someone like you. You quickly demean me with your tone tell me to shut up. You don’t love me how I should be loved. I deserve more. I’m sitting near shocked that you feel you have the RIGHT to walk up to me when I call you out on how you treat me. This is ridiculous to me. Any high stakes of
R stressful situation and you lose your cool. I’m over it too. Because I’m not your punching bag. That felt like the last straw. Wtf am I fighting for.
For what

You’re ready to lunge at me when I defend myself
When you don’t like what I say
You come towards me physically

Who do you think you are
That you have the audacity try to make me small and hide behind your “jokes” or sarcasm when the truth lies inside.

You believe yourself better than me and assert that you deserve more

And now unfortunately I feel stuck with you

You’re the father of my child and I have to share my soul with you

I wish in the depths of my heart that you would somehow change but you’ve shown me who you are

I can’t go backwards

What I’m supposed to be scared of you? Scared of standing up for myself?

I never imagined I’d be married and divorced in just a year. And have a child as well at this point.

I feel less than right now. And I feel like I have no one to turn to right now.

But I have to be an adult and process this quickly and move forward

I don’t feel I have time to plan

The most important thing is to make sure that I’m a good parent

That I can provide for my child

That I can do everything in my power to make sure he has a good life.

So I’m going to start changing my resume and seeking higher paying jobs.

I’m not doing this anymore.

I can’t

You threaten to kick me out

WTF kind of LOVE is that.

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Idk if this happens commonly or if i am just very very unlucky. My father passed away 9 years before my mother. When she passed it was time to clean out the home they lived in for over 30 years of a 60 year marriage. My father took his camera with him all over the world in the military. Still camera and 8mm. Boxes and boxes of slides and reels. I simply saved them and set them aside for later. I got time months later and got one of those 35mm slide to jpg scanners and just ground thru them. When i got them all scanned i got a later chance to prop my feet up and go thru them. Amongst all the widespread scenery and travel and cool vintage moments i stumble across pics of my mother. Many of them simple poses in many places, mostly outdoors, she was actually a modestly attractive classic pinup type. But then i run into the lingerie shots. And then the tasteful n u d e s indoors and outdoors. And then the real shocker. On any scale my mother was the classic church going uppity prudish b**** woth zero tolerance for bawdy or suggestive behavior or language. Hell sometimes i would say something crude just to push her uptight buttons. You would not believe how bent out of shape she got when she found evidence of my first s** dream on the sheets. Or at least what i ever saw from her was that way.

But i see hundreds of shots that are full bore graphic. Nothing artful about them. Spread shots, bendovers, hands between her legs, and then actually having s**. But in none of them is my father the man she is havimg s** with. He was obviously behind the camera. Some of them? A minister i recognize because she used to drag me to church all the time. Neighbors or friends of my parents that i remember. . It just kept piling on. Shots of my mother having lesbian s** with my aunt, my father’s older sister. Shots of my mother with other women i dont recognize, shots of my aunt with some of the same women. Shots of my mother with multiple men. Def did not wake up that or any day expecting or wanting to see pics of my mother getting spitroasted or used by a group of men and pretty much looking like she is having a grand time. When i do manage to force myself to power thru them all, hypocrtically, my parents were both moderately racist, but the handful that did have my father in them? He was having s** with a few different women, all african american women, except for one woman. His f****** sister, the same aunt i saw shots of my mother having s** with.

The s***** part was having to go through all of them because i did not want to risk losing family photos or memories or history that were NOT my parents’ s** escapades. At that point i accepted that the stack of 8mm movies might be similar. And i was right. The huge majority of them were my mother and the various random men my mother was having s** with, but some of the men were not in the still shot stack. No decent family movies at all sadly, the whole lot except 3 of the 8mm were either my mother and who tf knows who the men were, or great, a lesbian movie with my same aunt. The 3 exceptions? A mix of my parents doing foursomes with two diff couples. Both of those couples i knew/ remembered as family friends, i had grown up with their kids. In both cases wife swapping with my parents. And the crown jewel…..obviously sarcastically….my dad with my mother and aunt.

Look don,t get me wrong, i am nowhere near a prude, we all have our little quirks and kinks. I am not judging any of them, it was theie thing to do. I confess i had a few queasy reactions because the stills and movies span a time from before i or my sister were even born, to a time when we were mid 30s, which put my parents and aunt in their 70s. Hell i hope i am still having s** when i am that age.

By the time i was done, i had one focus…..there was not a condom in sight in any of it. Was my father actually my father? Is my sister my full sister or half sister? Do i have half siblings i dont even know somewhere? How glad am i that i have never done the spit in a tube ancestry or 23 and me thing, because i do not want to fall into that vortex of doom?