Is he playing games with me? I'm 20 and pregnant! He can't do this to me!

[LucreziaBorgia]

1. The birth? If he wants to be there, that would be fine but I wouldn't place a lot of hope on that meaning much at this point.

 

2. Custody? I doubt he would want it, but even if he did I would make sure that you report what you have said here to a lawyer and express your concern about your child's health and welfare. He will probably get visitation, but if it is bad enough it will be supervised visitation.

[peasandlove]

1. The birth? If he wants to be there, that would be fine but I wouldn't place a lot of hope on that meaning much at this point.

 

2. Custody? I doubt he would want it, but even if he did I would make sure that you report what you have said here to a lawyer and express your concern about your child's health and welfare. He will probably get visitation, but if it is bad enough it will be supervised visitation.

 

 

The effed up part about this entire situation: (Heyyy.... waaaiiiiittttt! Right? Yeah, I know)

 

The other day, like Friday, I was on my way over to his house to have him help me with a 50 pound bag of horse feed since I'm not allowed to handle that much weight. He agreed. On the way over he called me and we talked. I didn't really want to, I just did it because I needed his help with the bag. He tried to end the convo with "I love you" and I just mumbled it back very unwillingly. He asked, "What's wrong?" And I told him, "How do you expect me to say it back when you broke up with me for whatever reasons you did? You're playing mind games with me." He proceeded to get angry and said that I was the one playing mind games. I just laughed and was like, "Ooookayyy." I don't know how it escaladed, but it did, and he told me to give him full custody of the kid because since, "you and your mom only care about school and yourself." I laughed and was like, "Um, no, you don't even know my mom (he's only met her twice, never any one else in the family because he's afraid... wow, right?!) so don't judge her! She's the one who has been helping me with this, not you! You obviously don't know me either! And how am I playing mind games?!" He said I was playing mind games because I didn't tell him if I was keeping the kid or not (which I clearly mentioned earlier that I was keeping him/her). I laughed again and said, "And if you think you're getting custody, you're CRAZY!" and proceeded to mention his family situation. He got VERY mad, said something along the lines of, "You're such a ***** and I'm SO done with you!" I said, "good. I'm getting my things right now. I'm already 3/4 there."

 

I got there, got my things, and I'm not going to get into super detail, but as I was getting the last of my bags he proceeded to break down and cry, saying, "You can't do this to me! I will see that kid! I don't want it to grow up like I did! And I will be there for the birth!"

I just rolled my eyes. He used to do this crying thing every once in a blue moon when all else failed. He's really childish and he's used to always getting his way. Could you tell?

I walked out and left as he was yelling out the window, "I still love you!" I laughed and said, "Well that's unfortunate, because I don't love you anymore!"

 

So yep... It could only get better if we had TV broadcasters. I'm so glad that I've decided to keep myself out of this situation. Your feedback has really helped me put things into a clear perspective... and so has reading back my posts. It really makes things concrete and puts everything together. I don't know how to explain it any better then that, but it's almost like I opened up my own eyes (and your feedback helped too )

 

So I guess I posted this because I wanted to ask you what you think now? I KNOW the story keeps getting bigger, but this is literally about all that is left. The whole story has surfaced.

 

I'm just really glad I got the rest of my things, mostly my custom Stratocaster, out of his house so that when I break up I can actually break up with him and not worry about him going psycho and witholding and/or breaking my things! Yay!