incogneato
No face, no case.
Golden Rule: Be nice to the people who know your secrets.
Not the same Incog from the other thread.
We talked, texted, Skyped, and everything that comes after that. During these conversations he would say:
"Sh** just I don't know sh** just ain't what I thought it would be."
"Nah, say it I like that you speak your mind. I want you to be real with me because you the only person I can be real with. You the only... the only person who doesn't panic when I say I ain't thinking bout the studio."
Because we were long distance we got to know each other well, or at least I thought we did because he was just putting on "the act". Everything is thought out. Anything spontaneous is planned and everything is a test. Test of your loyalty, versatility, and your stupidity.
Eventually , during one of or liaisons the condom broke. I'm not on the pill; he knows this so he drove to the drugstore to get Plan B and while in the parking lot he said to get a certain type of juice along with it. I'm allergic to the type of juice he wanted me to get but I got anyway because I thought he was thirsty. I get back in the car and homey wants me to take the pill in front of him, using the poisonous nectar and I said no for the reasons I stated above.
He also got an attitude because I was reading the package insert and not listening to him. ("Either way you taking it.")
For a while it seemed like every time we did something the condom would break or he would take it off during:bulgy-eyes:
:. Come to find out somebody was poking holes in the condoms. I don't if it was him being shady or Jessica, but I ended up with a leased out uterus.
I told him and he said he loved me and wanted to marry me (I said the same) but the time was wrong. He wanted me to have an abortion and he said that it shouldn't matter because if I really loved him and wasn't going anywhere then we would end up together and we would have children. Just not this one and not right now.
I disagreed with that BS and he started talking about how I was trying to trap him. He grabbed my hair and I hit him in the face.He slung me, hit me all over my back and I ended up locking myself in the bathroom.
I didn't get the abortion, but at this point I really don't want anything to do with him or his crazy a** family financially or otherwise.
Shots fired.:at-wits-end:
Not the same Incog from the other thread.
We talked, texted, Skyped, and everything that comes after that. During these conversations he would say:
"Sh** just I don't know sh** just ain't what I thought it would be."
"Nah, say it I like that you speak your mind. I want you to be real with me because you the only person I can be real with. You the only... the only person who doesn't panic when I say I ain't thinking bout the studio."
Because we were long distance we got to know each other well, or at least I thought we did because he was just putting on "the act". Everything is thought out. Anything spontaneous is planned and everything is a test. Test of your loyalty, versatility, and your stupidity.
Eventually , during one of or liaisons the condom broke. I'm not on the pill; he knows this so he drove to the drugstore to get Plan B and while in the parking lot he said to get a certain type of juice along with it. I'm allergic to the type of juice he wanted me to get but I got anyway because I thought he was thirsty. I get back in the car and homey wants me to take the pill in front of him, using the poisonous nectar and I said no for the reasons I stated above.
He also got an attitude because I was reading the package insert and not listening to him. ("Either way you taking it.")
For a while it seemed like every time we did something the condom would break or he would take it off during:bulgy-eyes:
I told him and he said he loved me and wanted to marry me (I said the same) but the time was wrong. He wanted me to have an abortion and he said that it shouldn't matter because if I really loved him and wasn't going anywhere then we would end up together and we would have children. Just not this one and not right now.
I disagreed with that BS and he started talking about how I was trying to trap him. He grabbed my hair and I hit him in the face.He slung me, hit me all over my back and I ended up locking myself in the bathroom.
I didn't get the abortion, but at this point I really don't want anything to do with him or his crazy a** family financially or otherwise.
Shots fired.:at-wits-end: