I went to see my doctor the other day and I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Yipee. So now he has me trying out all these different meds to see what works for me. Does anyone else have this particular problem? I try my best to not let my moods affect my husband and kids but sometimes it just can't be avoided. Then I feel guilty about that then that makes my mood even worse. Its like a never-ending cycle. I sure hope these meds work!
My oldest son, Kris, is 3 years old and has a different daddy. We are going through custody issues right now. For yall to really understand my point of view, I will just start from the very beginning. Here we go-
When Ryan and I got together (thats Kris's daddy), I was 18 years old. He was a nice, NORMAL guy and had a very stable job and all that. We were living together for 3 months when I found out I was pregnant. Thats when he went crazy. He quit his job, got addicted to pills, and basically turned into a bum. And I kept on urging him to get out and put in some applications...but I guess he was just too lazy...because he never did. So I was the one working and supporting his lazy butt. Then it got to where with just my income, we couldn't afford to live in our appartment anymore. So we moved in with his parents until we could get back on our feet. Well, living with them just made Ryan worse because his mom would just hand out to Ryan the pills that he was addicted to so she wasn't helping the matter any. Ryan's dad did not like what was going on and they kept on fighting, so thats when we had to move in with Ryan's grandparents.
I finally gave birth to Kris. When I was inlabor, Ryan took a nap because he was 'tired'. Then after Kris was born and they moved us into the recovery room, Ryan just went to sleep and would not help me with the baby. Even when we got home, he would never help me out. I took care of Kris all by myself while he sat on the computer playing his stupid little games. And still no job.
When Kris was a few weeks old, he was getting very sick and he was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis. Thats when it really hit the fan. I would nag at Ryan cause he wasn't helping and not working, and he would get mad at me and start punching himself in the face. I am not kidding. He would beat the crap out of himself until I stopped nagging. What a loser, right?
When Kris was about 6 months old, that when I finall got up the courage to leave him. I moved in with my mom. Then Ryan decided that he didn't want anything to do with his son and he was wanting to sign his rights over. So he disappeared and I didn't hear from him in a long time.
A year later, I met my husband, Chase. We got married and had our little girl. Kris's daddy wasn' anywhere around so Chase took up the responsibility of being his daddy. He loved him like his own and still does.
Then when Kris turned 3, Ryan wanted to come back and have joint custody. We went to court and since he passed the drug tests, he gets Kris every other weekend. But I am taking it back to court.
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