have you ever?

I cannot be the wrong person because I am right. I never make a mistake.

It still pains me to admit that I have been there. My story sounds like a poorly written soap opera. I met a guy, got pregnant, he dumped me and the baby. So I "had to find someone to help me raise this child." Now of course I realize this just wasn't true, but at the time that's what I believed. So I found someone. And I thought we'd fallen in love. We had another baby, then decided to get married. I knew he wasn't the one for me. I knew we were unhappy. I knew he hadn't been faithful. But out of fear of raising my children alone I married him anyway. This was three years into our relationship. A year later we had another child, and within 6 months after he was born, I was alone with three children. He was supposed to have moved with us, but got stuck back at our old place of residence(three states away) waiting for transfers from his job. Within two months I realized it was over. He wouldn't send money, we fought everytime he came to visit or called. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. But in this circumstance, absence allowed my mind to come back to me. We were married for three more years, but only because he kept dragging his feet on the legal stuff.

I was with the wrong person for 8 years, we never got married though. We fought all the time, but we had grown so used to the routine that neither one of us really knew how to end it. Finally I got the nerve enough to say good-bye. It took us a long time to adjust to not being with one another every day, but we both figured out that life was easier apart (we share 3 kids together, which is why it took me so long to call it off). But everyone is happier now & we both are in better & healthier relationships. So it all worked out.

oh,it is terrible.

Yes, I was with the wrong person for the last year of our two year relationship. I met my current boyfriend at college and then my boyfriend of the time seemed awful in comparison, I ended it, because I thought it was unfair to be with him, saying I love him, when my head and my heart wasn't really in it and it was just part of a routine. A routine that was no longer making me happy and was too much work to pretend I was happy with.