sometimes i wonder how i ended up where i am. Don't get me wrong, i like my job. I like my place, and most things in my life. I just never thought i'd end up preggers and this miserable. I'd do anything.. just about.. to get my ex back, but i know he doesn't love me that way. my new boyfriend seems to, most of the time. He's just so busy i don't think he has time for me, or his baby, in his life. he used to be there for me all the time, but ever since he found out about the baby, he's been distancing himself. I went from seeing him every day, to seeing him once a week. and i have to push to get that. but when he's around, somehow i dont' care that he's been an ass. I love how he loves me, holds me, and kisses me.. and the sex is the best i've ever had. He tells me how much he loves me and i just want to scream at him! how can he love me when he's never around for more than 2 hours, after work, a week? we've never been out on a real date, he has always just came over and watched movies or whatever, and the two times we did go out, i took him out, i paid for it all, and i drove. I know i can do better, i deserve better, but we knew what we were doing when we were making our baby, and since i willingly made that decision, i figure i owe him a chance to get his priorities straight, even if it takes him a while
