story time GC.
Part 1, Time travel is fun.
let me take you back about 5 years.
I was working a shitty job in fast food as temporary work after moving to a new city. we hire some new guy, and within a week I'm giving this guy rides to and from work, which leads to giving his girlfriend rides to and from work.
one day I'm taking his girlfriend to work when she says "I'd like to chill and watch a movie with you some time" and I agree, but when I see her boyfriend the next day I let him know, and he hits me with the whole "we're swingers" shit... so I'm like cool, your girlfriend is pretty hot, I'll go with it. fast forward about 5 months and I've got feelings for her, but she stops calling me. fast forward ~ a year... they're homeless with a 1.5 year old kid (not mine) and I'm like look, my lease is ending, we can get a 2 bedroom apt together, just pay your half of the rent. a few months go by and feelings are resurfacing, but I don't act on it.
however! she's fucking teasing me every chance she gets. rubbing on me as she goes past me and shit.
anyways, her boyfriend quit his job 3 weeks into the lease and she was the one paying their half of the rent even though she was begging him to get a job. he turned into a real scumbag real quick. verbally abusing her and fucking random women they hadn't agreed to and made her feel like shit.
cutting this shit short because I can't remember everything now, and shes coming to me for comfort daily (nothing romantic or sexual is happening) but i discover that the reason she stopped calling me was that she was catching feelings for me and that was against their rules. so we started talking and she acted like she was going to leave him for me, 5 months goes by of this bullshit and the lease is about to end, and she's still leading me on with this I'm going to break up with him bullshit, he still doesn't have a job and is treating her like shit daily and I'm fed up with it. so I ended it with her.
Part 2: The plot thickens.
A few weeks after I broke it off with her, her sister moves into our living room, and I'm like damn... sister is hotter, and she's single! so I flirt with her, take her out and end up hooking up with her.
lease ends, she has nowhere to go, and I'm moving into a different complex, so I offer her a place to stay to figure stuff out.
about a month into that, and we're in a relationship, about 8 months later, there's talk about marriage, and her kid calls me dad <3. I'm also starting to get attached to her other kid who's about a year old at this point. 1 year later, we're in a bigger apartment, both kids are calling me dad, life is pretty decent, until I get suspicious of her because she seemed like she was hiding something. turns out she's been cheating on me with like 8 different guys.
try to push through, can't regain trust, relationship falls completely apart right around the 2 year mark of our relationship. I break up with her, give her 3 months to find a job and move out. she does so with like a week to spare. within 2 months she's being evicted, and ends up going to one of those per month furnished apartments paying about double what she'd be paying for a regular apartment.
Part 3, the reason I feel like a piece of shit.
It's at about this time that I leave the state to move closer to my family. life out here is great.i had about $12,000 saved up, so I buy a Harley, I'm having fun, not working because I still have about $4,500, and I'm considering it a vacation. end up finding a cool girl out here, we end up hitting it off and things are going great, but I'm burning through my cash, so I have to get a job, having a job means I can't spend much time with her anymore, then corona virus shuts down the world, I'm still working because it's a shitty job because my field wasn't hiring anyone out here (which is weird because I'm a certified cable tech/broadband tech, and there's like always demand for us in big cities) so she's quarantined for the last 3 weeks since her job was one of the first to shut down, she's stuck at home out of money, with nothing to do, I'm working all the time, but there ends up being a confirmed case in the store I'm working, so I take a 2 week quarantine to avoid getting it and passing it on to my 86 year old grandfather. so now I'm stuck in the house. her family doesn't like me so I can't go over to her house but about once every week for about 5 hours at most (and we live like an hour apart). so I'm stuck inside with nothing to do but smoke weed and play video games. now getting to the point of all of this. the fucking kids. the kids are the reason I feel like a piece of shit. those were my daughters and I left them, and quit talking to their mother. I literally haven't spoken to their mom in 6 months. the older one is starting school soon... I literally think about them every day, but I cannot and will not let myself go back to my ex even though I think about her when I think about the kids, and how our life was before I found out. I keep thinking about asking her for pictures of my girls but they're not mine, and if I do that, I know she will send them and it'll make me think about them more, which will make me feel even worse.
yeah, had to get that off my chest. IDC what you have to say on the matter, you can't make me feel any worse than I already do