It’s a long story. The short version, is I gave her everything I had. I guess I just fell short somewhere. She started taking an antidepressant, that changed her personality. But. I’m the type of person that assumes that I am responsible for failure. I tried to talk to her, about things I could do differently, but she wasn’t always honest with me. Like I said, I tried to treat her like a queen. In the end, it seemed to work against me. She wanted me to be more assertive. She wanted me to choose where we ate, instead of just being ok, with wherever she wanted to eat. Things like that. She also wanted me to be rough, with her in bed. I loved her. So, I didn’t like hurting her. I don’t know Dutch. I just failed her, somehow. She had issues. But I blame myself. I think she cheated on me. I think we may have a child together, who has leukemia. But she has often lied to me. And I cut her off, completely, a couple years ago. I blocked her number, and will not speak to her, EVER again. She turned out to become very manipulative. I don’t know what I did wrong. If anything. She knows I cut her out of my life. Which could be why she hasn’t told me about the child. She completely head fucked me, and broke my heart to pieces. The last time we were reunited, she wanted to get married, and have a family. We tried to have a child. After a few weeks, she dumped me, out of the blue, and seemed to have lost her mind. I offered to let her move in with me, and let me nurse her through her problems. I told her she could quit her job, and I would get a second job, until she was better.
She eventually told me that she was moving away, and joining a church/monastery, or something. So. I severed ties.
It wasn’t until several months ago, I found out about the child. Like I said, it could be mine. The age of the child doesn’t make it likely to be mine, but it’s very close. And she knows I hate her, so, she may just not be telling me about it. I have no idea. Her close friend (who is like my sister,) tried to show me pictures of the child. Which is very odd, considering that she knows we’ll never be together again. My head is spun, in a thousand directions. Part of me wants to contact her, and see if it’s my child, especially if it’s sick. But, I don’t want to reopen a wound, that I honestly haven’t recovered from yet…
I’m a fuck up Dutch. That’s my specialty. I don’t have any solid answers to any questions I have about the situation.
All I know is, I have a lot of trouble trusting women. And each one since, has only made me more critical of the female gender…..
I don’t know what to do. I am a lost soul, right now…