Its a fucked up story but that's really the short version. It was way, way worse than that. I feel lucky that I got all of my simping out of the way in high school and between two people that didn't actually get to fuck me over like I definitely should've been.
Dude can't prove anything - but at least she's not breaking him for child support. Still... every time I see a picture of her holding her daughter my mind instantly jumps to her digging through a trash can. I've seen another guy get hit up like this but I was never as close to the situation as I was with this one.
First girl I ever hit with a stiff arm though. And yeah - it made me paranoid as fuck. I'm never going to be blindsided the way her family blindsided me again. I literally got called over for some free food and as soon as I sat down after eating some shitty collard greens and rice with no butter they all went upstairs/outside/through the walls to let this girl bring out a picture book of her holding a dead baby in her arms.
4 pages and she took her sweet time telling me about every picture. I was terrified, disgusted, alone... I would've taken off running if I didn't think I'd catch a knife with my back.