I had a dream last night that I was a single dad. I walked her to school. I made her lunch. I did the housework and my job, then I make her supper. And after eating... she just isn't there anymore. I have that dream alot.
It's been 10 years.
Very long. Very hard. Very much not my fault she isn't in my life. So not fair.
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It was 1995. I was addicted to an assortment of drugs. I slept with and fooled around with alot of girls. I was kinda slutty. I met a girl named Dawn who thought I was something special. I slept with her. Then I slept with her some more. For a whole day straight really. Good ol cocaine sex. We didn't use a condom any of the times.
We parted ways the next day, which was my style at the time. I went on with my life as usual. Then one day I got a call. It was Dawn. She was pregnant. It was mine. Things went haywire in my brain making me pretty much...sane. I check in to rehab. I got clean. I stopped my constant violence and random fucking. I was a good boy.
In October of that year I became a dad. A beautiful baby girl named Patricia came into my life. Then due to meddling by Dawns family the courts decided that I (15) should not have anything to do with my child. This decision was made due to my rampant drug use and violent record. The fact that I had changed meant nothing.
I never heard from Dawn again. She's around somewhere. So's my little girl. I loved her fully and unconditionally even though I only saw her once. I'm sure if Dawn knew that I am now and was then a changed man... she'd probably contact me. And in some way kept me involved in her life. I never knew her last name. I never knew her friends. That's why I still haven't found them. The city becomes strangely gigantic when you don't have the first clue where to look for someone.
That's the story.
Don't judge me or hate me. That's reserved for me.
It's been 10 years.
Very long. Very hard. Very much not my fault she isn't in my life. So not fair.
The story has been requested.
It was 1995. I was addicted to an assortment of drugs. I slept with and fooled around with alot of girls. I was kinda slutty. I met a girl named Dawn who thought I was something special. I slept with her. Then I slept with her some more. For a whole day straight really. Good ol cocaine sex. We didn't use a condom any of the times.
We parted ways the next day, which was my style at the time. I went on with my life as usual. Then one day I got a call. It was Dawn. She was pregnant. It was mine. Things went haywire in my brain making me pretty much...sane. I check in to rehab. I got clean. I stopped my constant violence and random fucking. I was a good boy.
In October of that year I became a dad. A beautiful baby girl named Patricia came into my life. Then due to meddling by Dawns family the courts decided that I (15) should not have anything to do with my child. This decision was made due to my rampant drug use and violent record. The fact that I had changed meant nothing.
I never heard from Dawn again. She's around somewhere. So's my little girl. I loved her fully and unconditionally even though I only saw her once. I'm sure if Dawn knew that I am now and was then a changed man... she'd probably contact me. And in some way kept me involved in her life. I never knew her last name. I never knew her friends. That's why I still haven't found them. The city becomes strangely gigantic when you don't have the first clue where to look for someone.
That's the story.
Don't judge me or hate me. That's reserved for me.
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