It is because of some lying scheming female named Allison that I barely get to see my brother anymore. It’s like once or twice a year if I’m lucky. It all started a year ago when my brother Benji started sophomore year and I started my freshmen year of high school. This girl named Allison transferred in to our school from out of the district so no one really knew much about her. She and my brother started hanging out a lot and then they decided to be boyfriend and girlfriend. Allison was always babysitting her little one-year-old brother Jose, like every day! She would bring him with her when she came to our house or Benji would have to go over there because Jose was napping so she couldn’t leave. Everything seemed okay for a while, then my brother started getting weird phone calls on his cell. It was some guy who was just yelling and cursing and threatening to kick Benji’s ass. My parents had his number changed but the calls started up again a few days later. At that point, we were almost certain that it was someone he knew or a fried playing a joke, but it was so much worse.
One night Allison shows up at our house, crying and asking to speak to Benji. She told him that they needed to talk, and it was during this talk that Allison told him that the guy calling him everyday was Antonio, her ex-boyfriend. Then she dropped the bombshell: Jose was not her little brother, he was her son! Apparently, she had gotten pregnant at like 13, so her mom moved her to another city and acted as though the baby was her’s so Allison could have a normal high school experience. Antonio had stayed behind in Bay Ridge, about 2 hours north. He had gone to juvi for robbery and assault for 2 years. Now that he was getting out, he wanted to get back into Allison and Jose’s lives. She said that she had full custody of the baby and wanted nothing to do with Antonio. We thought everything would be okay. Then one day a group of guys jumped my brother after basketball practice. One of the guys kicked my brother in the face and told him he better leave his girl Allison alone or it would get worse. Benji’s jaw was dislocated, he had a cracked rib, and was in tons of pain. He stayed in the hospital for two weeks and Allison kept coming by and crying, and trying to involve herself in family discussions. Benji’s friend came by one day to tell him that Allison and Antonio had never broken up, and she had been talking to him and visiting him in jail the whole time she was with Benji. She just thought she wouldn’t get caught and could keep her lies straight. But this world is too small and Antonio’s cousin ended up being best friend’s with one of Benji’s good friends, and that’s how everything was found out and Benji got hurt.
My mom was so worried about Benji that she decided to send him to live with our grandparents in Hawaii! I was numb when they told me. We only visited them once a year, and they would fly out every now and then, so now I’d only be seeing my brother a few times a year?! I said that I wanted to go too, but my mom said that I was doing well in school and two teenagers would be too much for our grandparents, so I had to stay behind. I have never cried so hard than I did the day Benji left. To make things a million times worse, I saw Allison and Antonio hugged up and making out in the mall the next weekend. Guess she wasn’t too broken up over Benji moving away when she had her baby daddy back! I hate her, she took my brother from me all because she thought she was slick enough to slut around and not get caught.2,368 Comments
I dated Cassie for nearly a year before she and I decided to get serious and move in together. Cassie had a 6 year old daughter named Selena and she and I got along really well, which made the adjustments after I moved in go really smooth. Cassie had moved with her daughter from Texas to Southern California after her divorce, and Selena would fly back every summer to stay with her dad for 3 months. I moved in about a month before Christmas, so I got more than I could stand of the real Cassie and she was a nightmare. I quickly learned that Cassie didn’t have a mind of her own, and would follow right along with whatever friend she called her BFF for the moment. If her friend dyed her hair, Cassie would suddenly become obsessed with needing to make a change and would “coincidentally” end up with a hair color that looked just like her friend’s. There was one instance in which Cassie bought the most horrendous pair of shoes ever. They cost her $200 and weren’t even available in her size, so she purchased them a full size and a half too big all because her friend had a pair and Cassie thought she would look good in them too. I told her that it was ridiculous for her to be flopping around in shoes like that just because her friend had them. Cassie put up the biggest fight I have ever seen and insisted that the shoes were perfect. As luck would have it, she ended up tripping and spraining her ankle, but she blamed that on some girl she swore tripped her out of jealousy. That girl was no where near Cassie by the way.
The biggest issue I had wasn’t with Cassie being a follower, but the amount of pressure she put on her daughter and later tried on me to be just like her friend’s kids and husbands and to do everything that they did. I had this monthly tradition of getting together with a few friends of mine and playing some flag football. Her friend Erica’s husband was a runner and would go on 10+ mile runs on the weekends, so guess what Cassie thought would be good for me to get into? Yup, she said that the monthly game with my friends was just a waste of time and I should want to act like a real grown man and go running with Erica’s husband every weekend. When I refused, she called me immature and lazy, etc. I could endure her trying to make me be like everyone else, but it was the way she was teaching her daughter to be that I truly hated and felt absolutely helpless because it wasn’t really my place to step in so soon and intervene in her parenting. That poor girl had to do every activity her friend’s kids did, whether she liked it or not. Cassie taught Selena to basically follow along with her peers, if they liked it she did too. It was like Selena’s life was all about keeping up. The blow out between us happened when the summer was approaching. Cassie found out that two of her friends had enrolled their daughters in a summer dance intensive, which would get them promoted two full levels above the one they were at now. Since Selena would be in Texas with her dad all summer, she would have to miss the dance training, meaning she would still be in the lower level once the regular year resumed. Cassie went into panic mode and starts going off about how they didn’t even tell her, and if they had that she would have been able to get Selena registered in time enough. I reminded her that Selena wouldn’t even be here, but she just ignored me and starts calling the directors of the dance school to get Selena in. She somehow managed to get her on a wait list, then she just up and cancels Selena’s trip to her dad. Selena is bawling, saying that she wants to see her dad and her other family, and all Cassie is focused on is calling her friends to tell them the good news that Selena will most likely get a spot in the dance class. Selena’s dad was pissed when Cassie finally called to tell him the visit was cancelled. He said that he was flying out to bring Selena back to Texas because it was part of their custody agreement that she would spend those 3 months with her dad. Cassie tries to pull me into the fight with this guy but I had had enough. I told her that she was acting like a desperate and obsessive psycho, forcing her daughter to skip her trip and miss out on seeing her family, just so she could take dance classes with her friends. We start going back and forth and arguing, and then she took crazy to a whole new level, saying that I was trying to sabotage her daughter and ruin her friendships. She started talking trash about the young girls in my family and how they were untalented and not really popular, and how Selena had tons of friends and was always being invited to stuff, and how amazingly talented she was for her age. I just stopped at that point because I couldn’t believe I was fighting over 6 year old’s popularity. She threatened to dump me unless I supported her on getting Selena to stay for the summer so she didn’t get left behind by her dance buddies, but I wanted no part of it. From what I knew of him, Selena’s dad was a great guy who counted the days until he could see his little girl. He didn’t have the option of relocating from Texas, so short visits throughout the year and the summer were all the time he got to spend with her. I wasn’t going to go along with Cassie’s plans to take that from him just because she was desperate to keep up.
I moved out a week later because things were just escalating and she was becoming obsessed over her daughter being just like her friends, even forcing herself onto a girl she barely knew because 3 of Selena’s friends were invited to her daughter’s sleepover. When she failed to get the invitation, she begged one of her friends to take Selena to the party, uninvited. That girl could have cared less about going, but Cassie went all out and bought her brand new PJs and a sleeping bag that was just like another friend of hers. The day before I left, Selena’s dad called to say that he was in town to pick his daughter up and take her back home with him. He even said that there was no need to pack a bunch of stuff because he took her on a huge shopping trip every year in Texas. Cassie goes into a panic and starts threatening to take him to court for full custody, and saying anything else she thought would scare him into letting Selena stay. He knew his rights and even requested that the police visit to make Selena’s departure as smooth as possible. Cassie’s performance the day Selena left was enough for me. I got out of there as fast as I could. We officially broke things off the next day. I was sad that I never got to say a proper goodbye to Selena, and felt bad that she had to grow up with that kind of pressure on her.
Cassie got just what was coming to her within a few months. I heard through a mutual friend of ours that Selena came back from Texas, having spent the entire summer playing softball with her cousins. She also found out that her step-mom was expecting a new baby. When she got back to her mom’s she quit dancing altogether, even with her mom constantly reminding her that her “best friends” all took dance. She must have gotten fed up with the pressure because she started acting out and begging to move back to Texas with her dad. I hope she got to go, so that she has the chance to be her own person.627 Comments
When I met Ross it was love at first sight. We just clicked and within a few months we had moved in together and got engaged. Ross had gotten divorced 3 years before we met and was in a bad custody fight with his ex-wife over their 6 year old twins, a girl named Maddie and a boy named Max. They lived 4 hours away with their mom so I never got to meet them early in the relationship. I had a son named Eli who was 4. His father had never really been in the picture so having Ross in his life was a blessing. He stepped right in and took over as dad, and it was amazing to watch them together. Ross was back and forth for custody hearings, then one day he came back home happier than I had ever seen him. He had succeeded in getting full custody of the twins . Their mom was an awful woman, who put booze, drugs, and men ahead of her own children. She had already lost custody of an older child she had before she met Ross. Ross hated that he even had to leave his kids with her in the first place, but they were awarded temporary joint custody in the divorce pending the CPS investigation, and he was forced to relocate for his job or lose an amazing position with great benefits.
Ross drove up the following weekend and spent the next week getting the kids packed and prepared for the move. When they got here, Eli was so excited because he finally had a brother and a sister, but things changed the very first day. First, we lived in a 3 bedroom house. Ross and I were in the master bedroom and Eli had his bedroom and the other smaller room as his little play room.With the twins there now, Eli was going to be sharing a room with Max and lost his playroom entirely to Maddie. Ross even let her come in and decide that she wanted the walls to be painted a pale pink, covering all of the doodles Eli had done. I was upset, but I could understand that we all had to make changes to our living arrangements. Over the next few months, I watched as Eli went from the center of Ross’ universe, his best little buddy, to being just another member of the group. Ross didn’t make the effort to make Eli feel special like he did before the twins arrived and it made me resent Ross and the kids. There were so many times that I suggested we get Ross’ aunt to watch the twins so we could take Eli out on one of his special days life before, but he would say there was no way that he was going to leave the twins out. Things got even worse when Ross drove the twins back to their hometown to visit their mom. Max had been asking for months to go to this theme park about 30 minutes outside of the city, so Ross surprised them and took them for a day of fun before they came back home that weekend. I was livid! So, it wasn’t okay to take Eli out on a special day but it was just fine to decide to take just the twins to the theme park without inviting my son. I saw clearly what was happening and I didn’t like it one bit. Ross and I argued for most of his drive home and it got worse when they finally got back. I said I was sick and tired of our lives having to be put on hold or changed completely for the twins. We had been doing just fine as a little family before, and now Eli and I were supposed to just sit back and have our whole lives changed around to accommodate his kids. I said that he thought I was better than that and that all the kids were his top priority. We continued to fight like this over the next few weeks, then out of nowhere, Ross just comes home and says that him and the twins were going to be moving out and that we needed to separate. He said that he wanted to provide a safe and happy home for the kids, and wouldn’t be able to do so with us fighting all the time. He proved just what I had known all along: that when it came to the twins, me and Eli didn’t mean much and definitely weren’t a priority. I was crushed but just picked up and focused on my son. One day I will meet the right man who will devote all of himself to Eli and be the father figure he needs.770 Comments
I am a recent divorcee with a 4-year-old son. I was talking with a co-worker of mine a few weeks ago about how I couldn’t wait to get back out into the dating world. I had gone through a year long, nasty divorce, with my ex-husband fighting me at every turn. I was stressed, depressed, and still had to maintain a sense of normalcy for my son. My co-worker told me that her cousin was new to the area and single. She showed me his picture and asked if I wanted her to set us up on a date. Sure, why not! I figured that there was no harm in going on a blind date. His name was Lucas and he sounded like a great guy over the phone. We met Saturday evening at this swanky Asian fusion place downtown. We laughed over drinks, and took forever to finally order our food because we were so deep in conversation. For the first time in a long time, I was really happy! We got further into our personal lives and I told him that I had a young son. I didn’t talk his ear off about my son, I just said that he was a sweet and rambunctious kid. Lucas said “he sounds like an awesome little dude. Hopefully I’ll get to meet him one day soon.” After we had finished our food, we decided to relocate to the bar section of the restaurant because a live band was playing. We grabbed our seats and ordered a bottle. Both of us had taken taxis, so we could enjoy a few drinks. Lucas thought he left his phone at the dinner table, so he ran back over to the restaurant to find it. He was gone for 15 minutes, then 30, then 40. This was a big place, but there was no way it could take that long if he left his phone on the table. I checked around for him, even went to the bathrooms to see if he was in there, but he was nowhere to be found. I went outside and the valet flagged me down. He told me that my date had left $20 for me to take a taxi home, and said that it was nice meeting me. I called him a few times to see what was up but got no answer. I ended up having to pay the $248 bar tab, so his little taxi money meant nothing. I haven’t heard from him since that night and my co-worker says that he hasn’t returned her phone calls, but did text her once to suggest they get together soon. A$$hole!522 Comments
When my boyfriend and I first got together, he let me know that he was coming out of a rough break-up, and that his ex had recently found out that she was pregnant and he was the father. I was a little apprehensive because the last thing I wanted to get involved in was some “baby mama drama” between him and his ex-girlfriend. I was honest with him and told him that at this point in my life I wasn’t ready to settle down into the married life, or have kids, or anything like that. I could commit, but I didn’t want things to be really serious right away. Somehow. the exact opposite occurred. It was like we had fallen in love instantly and within 3 months we were living together.
It had taken a lot of work, but he had eventually come to an understanding with his ex about the baby and how he wanted to be there. They both agreed that they wanted to be the best parents that they could be for the child. She even sat and talked with me about the roles that I might be playing. All I kept thinking was “ummm, no thank you!” I mean, getting serious in the relationship was one thing but there was no way in hell I was ready for kids in my life. I came to the decision that I would be supportive of my boyfriend but that I did not want to play mommy to any kid.
A few months after the baby was born, the ex started dropping the baby off to spend time with his father, and from day one my boyfriend tried to involve me in it. He constantly asked me to hold the baby, feed the baby, and do a bunch of other stuff that I just hated. It was so awkward, and every time the kid cried, it was just another reminder of what I didn’t want. Once the baby started spending the night and eventually entire weekends with us, I started reaching a breaking point. I hated being there. I figured that I could talk to my boyfriend about things since we were so open with each other. I told him that I thought it would be a better idea if we limited the baby’s visits to once each month or something like that, and that I would leave while he was there. He became so enraged and started attacking me, saying that I was selfish and insensitive. He said that his son had come before me and that he always would. I couldn’t believe he would say that to someone he was supposed to love so deeply. It was like he didn’t even care about my feelings, just about his other situation. He continued to say all sorts of things about me and then said that he wanted to call it quits, because he would never be with someone who even thought about keeping his son away from him. He said that he would rather be single than to not see his son every week. I was just so mad, so I told him that he was throwing our relationship away and really needed to think about what he was doing. He shot back by saying that there was no thinking when it came to his child and that he wanted me gone. I hope him and his baby, and their happy little messed up family are happy together!1,908 Comments
Excuse me if I sound angry or bitter, or anything of the sorts. It is just that this situation was so life-altering and came as such a shock, and part of me still wants it all to be just a dream. But life is more like a nightmare at the moment and here is why…..
I work in real estate development for a really great firm on the west coast. I have been working there for over 10 years, have a great position with great money, and I always vowed that I would give my family the world. 6 years ago, my wife Coleen and I were married. We wanted to start our family right away, so I went to work while Coleen stayed home. We had our son and 16 months later, our daughter was born. Those kids became the center of my world and I wanted it no other way. Things were great. The kids were well taken care of and I had the pleasure of coming home to my beautiful family each day. I took business trips every other month or so, to check up on projects throughout the country and to work out the kinks in new deals. It was stressful having to be gone and I was always swamped with work while I was out of town.
Last year, I took 2 weeks off during Christmas, to spend time with family and friends. I found out during my time off that I would be headed to Arizona for about a week in January to finish up a project out there. No big deal. I wasn’t going far and it was only for a week this time. I left the following month just like I always had. Coleen and the kids dropped me off at the airport, we hugged and kissed, and the kids made me promise to bring them gifts home. Little did I know that this would be the last time that I would have my happy family like this. That whole week, Coleen was hard to catch up with, and when I did get hold of her, she sounded like something was wrong. I even asked her repeatedly if she was sick, but she just kept saying ‘fine.’
Something just wasn’t sitting right with me, so I got things taken care of as fast as I could and got out of Arizona to get back home. I called to say that I was coming home early but there was no answer. I kept calling and texting Coleen, so she could meet me at the airport but I never heard back from her. I ended up catching a cab home. I walked into hell. There were bottles and junk everywhere. I was scared that something awful had happened, so I ran to find my kids. They were in my son’s room sleeping in the same clothes that I had left them in 5 days ago! I couldn’t figure out what in the hell was happening so I started screaming for Coleen. I searched the house and couldn’t find her, so I went out back. That’s where I found her and some coked-out loser passed out in our guest cottage, surrounded by drugs, cigarette butts and empty bottles. I went ballistic and was glad that my kids weren’t outside to witness it. I found out that as a bored housewife, Coleen had recently taken up a little drug habit that had quickly spiraled out of control. She didn’t have much to say. She didn’t even ask about the kids. She just asked me for some money and took off when I refused. We haven’t seen nor heard from her since. My parents and sisters have stepped in to help, and I had to get a nanny to care for the kids while I worked. My life fell apart that fast. My kids just don’t understand. They want their mommy and just don’t get why she isn’t there. I don’t know what is going to happen, but I know that my kids are going to get the life that I have worked so hard to give them, whether Coleen decides to be a part of it or not.1,892 Comments