It's been almost a month being at my mom's, this was to get the father of my child straightened out and my life figured out before our baby gets here. I feel like in some ways we have made a change but I'm other ways it's like we're still stuck where we were. He's still active in social media and I still have none, but this site which no he doesn't know about. But it's still his way or no way, I've visited a day spent the night a couple times and things were okay but it's like when I lived there I only existed when he needed something. But yet he says I kidnapped his daughter but I kinda and physically stuck with her so not sure how that makes any sense. I have anger towards him still however it's more at piece now. I love him and I would still love to be with him but am I wrong to want constant physical,emotional proof that I matter?
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Never enough..
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Hey Lost! No, you're not wrong. We all want and need emotional validation. But sometimes, you have to take care of you first. And with a little one on the way, it's doubly critical now. If you feel you're emotional needs aren't being met, then you have the right to go elsewhere to have those needs met. You're an important person and you deserve to be happy! Anyway, that's my two cents lol
A friend,
Brian
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