Once back home..

Once I got back home to CT, it was time to figure out who I was, and what I was gonna do.I was now pregnant by another cheater,but this time I knew it wasn't one that was going to be any kind of father at all. He was in an out of jail, I think his whole life,but that wasn't something I knew until I was pregnant. I did tell him he was either fully in this childs life or not at all... I was NOT trying to be one of those crazy women who held anger against him for the way he treated me,because my child having a father was what took priority over anything else. He on his own chose to not be there, and during the pregnancy the only time he wanted to be around was when he needed me to send him money.. As the pregnancy neared the end, my old friend ( we will call — for purposes that play in later ..) Kody had called me an found out I was back in CT an what had been going on with my life.. Kody grew up with no dad, and insisted that this child I was carrying was going to have a father.. I knew then I didn't want the bio-father around, should I say I knew he couldn't be around,because he had never lived a straight an narrow life,been out of jail long enough for even his other child( from another women). Kody refused to let that be an ok answer, and sent him a ticket from FL to CT, then went to the airport to get him, then offered him not just a job but Kody also offered him his own truck to get to an from the job,so that he could provide for my children an I. The father declined!! Yes, he declined to work or take the help in an unknown place to get a jump ahead..How about a great guess what this man did instead???? He made friends with the neighbor who he began to take my car out to get high with an leave me home alone, and when home he would hide on my phone to talk to the girl he had cheated on me with. The best part was, she would leave messages in spanish about their plan to take my car to an airport,where she would have a ticket ready for him to leave my car- hop the plane an go to her...How do I know?? I am Spanish lol but NO can't speak a word that is why she left the messages, but I was a step ahead an forwarded to my father, who barely spoke english an told me every word.. 

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The joke was really only on the foot.. Sadly was gonna take a few days, because the day had come, my son was coming weeks early..I thought I just need to use the bathroom, so I was on the toilet for some time, an didn't answer when my aunt had been calling for over an hour,someone who left me home alone to go get high took my car an my cell ( I lived down the road from her because she had found me the place when I said I was heading back an needed a place for the moving company to drop my things) so she showed up. Luckly my front door had been open an she came in, she was like I think we better just have you looked at, so I agreed cause the pain was so bad, when getting to the hospital they said ummm we gotta go. I thought go home, ok.. but they meant to delivery. I told them my Dr was about 30 min. away but they said their was no time, I kept calling the father to get to me,but he didn't answer until about 8 cm, and then he walked in as my son just slipped out and then as the Dr passed me my son to hold for the first time, he did the unthinkable an he walked out,not to be seen or heard of from til the next day , an that was just to sign the birth certificate an again walk away..When I was ready to go home , he was still missing with my car an new car seat,so my aunt pulled through with an extra seat an took us home... So when arriving home, and the so called father walked in, I told him about how I knew about those messages but we would handle that after we took his son home back in Mass.( his first baby mama had left him Fl the night before I met him an so they were just over an hr away). Little did he know that all his things were in my trunk of car- while he was out getting high I loaded it all, with both his kids, and when he got in the car the whole way he couldn't wait to get back to hang with this druggy friends, and I am just smiling..We arrive in Mass. he gets out ,takes out his first child, and I quickly jump out behind him his the lock button( with key chain so I am not just leaving my new born in there) just long enough to pop the trunk and empty it, his face was priceless to see all his stuff.. I explained when he was ready to be all in an not just half to call me, He NEVER called ..not even 13yrs later. Actually, the few times ( after we move back to FL- later to come lol, )that my son was with this guys mom aka my sons grandma,he offered to leave so my son didn't see him.WHO DOES THAT??? So from there on out it was just me an my two kids...so I thought??