I am writing this for all who wish to listen. To her, in hopes that one day she will understand and care. I want to start from
the beginning but I don't exactly remember it all. Firstly, we went out, briefly cheated on each other and she got pregnant that
will explain her boy later. We worked at the carnival together, she is 10 years younger than me. After we met up again it was hard to control ourselves it seemed crazy, like
we were meant for each other. Like mad, fiery, uncontrolable passion. Which lasted for a long time, I guess maybe only a year. We became best friends,
lovers, engaged to be married. We were looking for a place to live, to change our lives, to get her son back. While in the midst
of this we got pregnant. We found jobs, got a place to live and got her son back. Soon after our son was born. Times got harder
two kids, no car, no sleep and crappy jobs. Thats how the strain started. She told me recently that she realized she didn't love
me before our son was born, we'll get to that later. So she lost her job due to lack of sleep and me fighting for sleep so I
could work. Jobs for her came and went after that, I continued to work as much as I could. We started to grow apart I think as
there was always fighting over being able to pay the bills, diapers, wipes, other things. Sex became almost nonexistent or
forced. This added to my displeasure. I needed her to hold a job but daycare does not always come right away. So we struggled
more and argued more. She broke up with me, cheated on me, then got back together. I did not know this and the break-up was
short. I think this pushed her mind farther away from me. So arguing continues as we fight to pay bills, diapers, wipes. When my
son was almost a year old I find out she has been cheating on me for a couple months. Thanks Facebook. She broke up with me only
a couple weeks before. I fought with her to stay to work on things, her mother lives in another state. She said she would stay
but needed time to think. She continued see this guy, only because he had a car. He had an STD, so no sex. Thanks again
Facebook, cause I would not have believed her at this point. She doesn't have it, she gets checked. She tells him she loves him
all the time, I check her emails now. She says she using him for his car. I don't believe her so arguing continues. I'm not
really giving her time to think or space, I still love her, but I don't trust her now. Just to make this clear, I love her
totally, she still is my best friend, she is an awesome person to be around. I don't know what is going on in her head at this
point but this is not my best friend. I know this that is why I'm still here. Also we always sleep in the same bed, I still do
things for her, pet her, do anything I possibly can. She gives me hand jobs, no sex, no kissing. I'm a sucker, but this is not
the girl I've known for 6 years. I want her back, fighting continues. I do not know at this point that she has not been in love
with me for a year. She got a cell phone, probably tired of me checking her emails, so I start reading her texts. Still telling
the guy she loves him. One night I get exceptionally angry over the cell phone. She smashes with a large candle right in front
of me. I smack her on the head. I didn't mean to, just a sudden reaction. I instantly feel terrible, she is sobbing. Cops get
called. I go to jail. 30 days, domestic violence. My family helps her stay, even though they begin to dislike her. I have never
hit a person, I am totally non-violent, they know this. She says she had time to think and she wants to fix our relationship. I
come home. I tell her to remove a banner from her new cell phone that reads Straight Huge, reminding me this guy has a bigger
dick. That doesn't go over well. I make a rude comment about a rash being the STD. That defintetly doesn't go over well. So she
goes out with a new guy she met off the internet, has an instant crush on him. I was friends with him in high school. He knows
where I stand, keeps going out and making out with her. He is already in love, it's been a week. I should tell him my story, but
I just don't care. So I sit at home being a babysitter at night, while she goes out. When she stays home she won't let me touch
her. We still sleep in the same bed. I still help her raise her son, I even walk her to work. Stupid. But I am happier now.
Happy to not be her, happy to know that I know what is right and to be able to see a good thing. A person that will work hard
and stay even though you hurt them. For his family. I should leave but her father left her, her mother did drugs, practically
nonexistant, her mom is better now though. I want to show her what it is like when someone won't give up on you, that still
loves you even though you make bad choices. I want to be the better person. I might not make it though, it is hurting to much to
watch her, to miss the girl I was in love with. I will stay for a while for my son, but I think she is trying to see how much it
will take to drive me away. Is there a way to clean th slate or has it gone on to long? I have to go to jail for a DUI I got a
long time ago. Maybe some more time away will show her. Maybe not.You can't make someone feel love, you can only show them what
it is. Two days I have kept my mouth shut and have been happy, starting the third. See how it goes.