No Nice Words

As you can tell by the title of this post, I have no nice words to say. None at all. I wanted this post to be separate from my previous one although they are tied together. This post is about Ash's reaction to the news of my pregnancy. I knew - from the previous time - that he would likely not have a stellar reaction. This is not the type of guy that hugs and kisses the mother-to-be and thinks about all of life's precious moments. This is a guy who thinks solely about the impact on his life and what he will have to sacrifice. Bitter much?

Anyway, after telling him, he did the usual pacing and huffing and puffing. Basically being a drama queen. I got fed up with this reaction and told him I was going to take the dogs for a walk. He followed me up the stairs, leaned against the counter, and said "we have to split up." I stared at him in utter confusion. Looking back now, I wasn't staring at him in surprise. In fact, I don't think I was shocked at all. Isn't that sad. That I thought so little of him as to think he was actually the type of guy to break up with his pregnant girlfriend. Then again, turns out I was right.

Where does that leave us now? Who knows. Definitely not getting back together, that's for sure. So many of my girl friend's are offended when I tell them what happened. That's to be expected. What's ironic is the number of guys that are offended as well. Words like "immature" and "cowardly" are some of the nicer terms being tossed around. The bottom line seems to be a) don't knock up your girlfriend and b) if you do, don't break up with her. At least not at that exact moment.

I honestly have nothing else to say on the subject. Of course I'm hurt, of course I'm sad, of course I'm angry. But overwhelmingly what I am is disappointed. I am so disappointed that he isn't the man that I thought he was. That he didn't have the courage to be a man.