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01/01/12(Sun)04:33:49 No.939119>>937911
I am that feel, brobot.
I'm
27, responsible and well paid. I figure that when I'm 37, I'll
hopefully find a desperate woman who likely remained single for good
reasons. There will be no physical attraction, but we'll put on a weak
facade of romance to pretend we're not settling. We'll have one child,
which is all her hips are capable of at that age.
She now has
what she wanted, and I will accept unreasonable expenditures and
demands, like a cottage we never use and letting her alcoholic nephew
stay for months at a time, because I don't want her to divorce me and
take the boy. I love the kid much more than I ever loved her, even
though he's a bit slow. This only fuels her jealousy.
She ends up
divorcing me when the boy turns 4. I get him wednesdays and every other
weekend. He doesn't particularly like being with me, since I live in a
small flat on the modest leftovers after the settlement. Eventually she
moves across the country, and I only see him for christmas. I start
drinking more and caring less. I'm fired for not giving a shit and
coming in drunk. My son is ashamed and doesn't want anything to do with
me. He says I ruined his life by not being there for him, which is
probably true since his mom couldn't raise a pet rock.
He spends his days, bitter and alone, posting on r9k.
The circle of life. Sunrise, sunset. |
