My bus is running late so I thought I'd write what's on my mind. Ive written about G in my big update post. I know the whole prison should be the red flag, and yet I'm still talking to him.
But the other day, he dropped this huge bomb on me. He was texting me while I was getting dinner with my dad. And wanted me to call him. So later, here's part of the convo.
"So back in 1998, I had a baby."
"Huh?"
"I have a daughter. She's 13 now."
"No way!"
"No I'm serious."
"Whoa...."
"And she is telling me how she wants to live with me."
"Whoa."
When he told me this, I was pretty astonished. I just didn't see that coming and kinda blew my mind. Maybe a little girl like 4-7 I would have been more understanding, but just knowing she's 13 kinda freaks me out. Is it wrong for me to feel this way? Thoughts?
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wow.
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