Also - and I know I'll catch shit for this too
This girl that I was simping for all through high school hit me up over facebook on my birthday last week. I played her lost puppy for years - and she knew it. Anyways, as I went through college and life in general, I began to clearly see how not shit she was and how her entire family was all over both of us for it. Her mom and her sister went from "he's not your type but you need good friends right now" to "i can't believe he's still around" to "Damn pass him off already! He got good hurrr and a job too" to "you fucking up girl. He bout to just cold drop your ass. U ain't gonna be looking that good forever... You know you don't workout". While I was going through it with some other relationships at the time, she had a miscarriage and I helped her out best I could - and her family did some real asshole shit by trying to wink wink nudge nudge us together while she was cleary going through a mental breakdown. They no shit invited me over and didn't tell me what I was walking into. Just a girl smiling one minute, crying the next, and randomly zoning the fuck out. They're the reason I don't even like dealing with gf-families.
There's a whole Fucked up story to that night in particular but I'll tell it another time. Just know that it was so bad that at the end of the night I didn't go home, or to the bar, or to my friend's spot. I went to my grandma's house. It was that fucking real.
Fast forward two years and I jokingly say she's only dating guys for their dad potential. She laughs and says "maybe you're right"
Note: this is the same girl I spoke of years ago that hit me with the "if I fall in love with you I'd have to kill you. t33-h33 :3" shit. I should have recognized what was going on. Not like I could've stopped it but I would've at least been prepared for it. Same girl that told me with a straight face that she got offered half a mil to fuck an old guy and let him tape it. (i promoted at two strip clubs, recruited for another, got friends in the industry, and my uncle is a pump - I know the rates, trick. You got offered 300 to let the dude at the YMCA hit and you already did that shit and now you just want a friend to validate your prostitution - and I would've if you hadn't lied about it like your pussy walls are lined with silk and lemonade)
Now... At this point, I was mainly around out of some misguided sense of obligation to seeing her through her depression. We were clicking some, but I was with someone else and she knew that. So when she hit me with the "Im pregnant!" I was thinking that I was finally able to move on from that whole chapter. And I did. I was making moves in college and didn't come back home except for every other holiday. Then she hits me up out the blue saying that i'll be the godfather
Like... After she tells everyone else so I can't just outright refuse. Then she does a poor job explaining what happened to the dad and how he "can't" be in her life and how he doesn't think it's his. It didn't add up. Dude was too smart to get caught up with an easy to see headcase like her. He was hitting on the regular. He had to be wrapping it. Shit, he went to A&T so he knew to bring his own rubber before a bible. Yet, he would've taken ownership if he really thought the kid was his. I rolled with it - listening to problems and whatever. Because hey... I never smoked that often, but when I did , I happened to enjoy doing so with a woman who had a dope ass body that could bring her own bud. Nothing to do. Nothing to report. I went back to college.
Next time I came home though. She says she has something to talk about. It can't effect me.I never hit and I don't owe anyone money soooooo
"it's about my daughter. As the godfather and my best friend (LOL) you should know.
