Way Back Saturday
I pulled into the gas station and before I got out a car pulled in front of me and of all the people that I could have run into, it had to be the red head, white boy Nathan that I dated in 2006. I would link the post, but there were a few. The summer 2009 I met him on myspace. We didn't decide the date until September and that was before he told me he was an alcoholic and that he was still involved with some other chic.
Well we broke up and got together a few times after that, but it was a bust.
Awhile ago, I saw him briefly at the same gas station, but this time he decided to stop and talk to me. He wanted to show me the picture of his new baby girl--Natalie. She was so precious and white (I was sure he would have gotten with a black girl because all the girls that he were with when we were together were black). He also proceeded to tell me that his daughter was 6 weeks and his wife is pregnant again. He's having Irish twins. (I'm assuming he's married, I didn't ask about the wedding band on his finger. I do know that men don't necessarily wear wedding bands when they aren't married). Well he began apologizing for treating me badly and told me that he doesn't drink anymore, just smokes weed (He laughed, I didn't). I told him that all of that was water under the bridge. We went our separate ways and I just laughed thinking about the Irish twins thing. He said at her 6 week check-up the doctor told her she was pregnant again. Somebody couldn't wait. It briefly reminded me of Mister and me postpartum. Mister couldn't wait to get his hands on me. I had to beg him not to ejaculate because I was so afraid of getting pregnant again. I wonder how many people actually wait the 6 weeks. And actually in my case it was 8 weeks because of my cesarean.
Well we broke up and got together a few times after that, but it was a bust.
Awhile ago, I saw him briefly at the same gas station, but this time he decided to stop and talk to me. He wanted to show me the picture of his new baby girl--Natalie. She was so precious and white (I was sure he would have gotten with a black girl because all the girls that he were with when we were together were black). He also proceeded to tell me that his daughter was 6 weeks and his wife is pregnant again. He's having Irish twins. (I'm assuming he's married, I didn't ask about the wedding band on his finger. I do know that men don't necessarily wear wedding bands when they aren't married). Well he began apologizing for treating me badly and told me that he doesn't drink anymore, just smokes weed (He laughed, I didn't). I told him that all of that was water under the bridge. We went our separate ways and I just laughed thinking about the Irish twins thing. He said at her 6 week check-up the doctor told her she was pregnant again. Somebody couldn't wait. It briefly reminded me of Mister and me postpartum. Mister couldn't wait to get his hands on me. I had to beg him not to ejaculate because I was so afraid of getting pregnant again. I wonder how many people actually wait the 6 weeks. And actually in my case it was 8 weeks because of my cesarean.
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