Children – The best thing I ever got from my divorce
When people spoke about children being the best thing that ever happened to them from their divorce I never understood them.
Let’s be real.
Children are so much work! They are exhausting from the moment they are born. They chew on your breast, then poop something fierce and end up throwing up all over your nicest t-shirt. Many times I have even wondered why God made us the carrier of so much responsibility. Why not men?
Let’s be honest, most men can walk away at any time without thinking twice about their off spring. It’s not “we are pregnant”, is “she is pregnant”. Married or not, a child becomes the primary responsibility of the female.
But we continue to pop kids like candy.
Why are we so Dumb?
It horrifies me every time I see a child of 13-16 years old being pregnant with another child. I have 4 girls aged 20 through 6 years old and I do not know how I would handle any one of them pregnant so young.
But it does not stop there. I also worry about the many women taking the bus everyday, pregnant and pushing a stroller.
Hello???
You cannot afford a car but you keep getting pregnant! And of course you are getting medicaid, food stamps and probably welfare.
Two scenarios come to mind; your man is not financially stable, or you don’t “have a man”. You had one at one point but he was not the type that sticks around.
Perhaps you missed the day in high school (oh wait, you did go to high school right?) where they showed horny girls and boys how to put a condom on a banana.
My only hope for you is that the sex was worth ruining your life forever.
Ok, maybe I am being a little over dramatic.
Your life may not be forever ruined, but will be damn harder than if you chose to avoid getting pregnant.
Why am I being So Hard?
Because while I did not take the bus pregnant while pushing a stroller I was close. My first pregnancy was at 23 years old. I was an exotic dancer (read: stripper) when I met my then boyfriend. He moved in with me quickly and a few months later he was talking marriage. I got excited, started buying the wedding magazines and all. Then I got knocked up and something shifted in me. Two months in my pregnancy and I threw my fiancee out of my house after finding a huge bag of premium weed in his truck.
After the baby I made a different “career choice” and got a job working for a Fortune 500 after much pushing for it (another story altogether) and got off welfare 2 months after my baby was born.
My ex was not there during her birth.
The first time he saw her was at …





