About my kids

I am the father of 3 beautiful children. Like all dad's (or so it should be) they are my life and everything I do revolves around them. I wouldn't trade them for the world even if things in life didn't work out as planned. I am a Dad who has 3 kids with 3 different mothers. I don't really have to say how difficult this can be. You can either imagine it or have experienced it. Let me start this site off by giving you a little bit about how my life with my children began.

My first born who is now the age of 6 changed my world for ever. I never realized back then how life altering a child could be. Especially from a single stand point. His mother and I were together through most of high school and college. It was a young love that as we grew older, grew apart. We ended up ending our relationship and were split up for over 4 months when one night we went out for coffee and one thing led to another. Well two months later she told me she was pregnant. I am a firm believer now that it only takes one time. I cannot even begin to explain what was going through my head when I found out. I was happy and excited yet scared. I always wanted to be a Dad but I was young and was just finishing up my last semester of college. We got back together to try to make things work but it only lasted till my little guy was 6 months old. There was no love felt between us anymore and I didn't want to raise a child in a loveless home. And we've remained split up ever since.

My second little guy who is 3 came a little un-expectantly but through my own carelessness. I should have expected it. I met his mother through a friend of mine who set us up on Christmas Day. I was in a bit of a depression at the time. I felt alone (relationship wise) and I had a lot of things going through my head at the time that were starting to pile up on me. My buddy thought me meeting her would be good for me. She came over and I can say I fell in love with her almost right away. Maybe it was because I felt so lonely or maybe because of something else. Looking back I can't explain why things happened so quickly. She ended up getting pregnant a little over 4 months into our relationship. I will admit that I should have been a hell of a lot more careful. But it happened and changing it now would mean giving up my little guy. Besides we were so in love and everything seemed perfect at the time. We had our fights and disagreements but we always worked them out. Things got progressively worse after my son was born. She was fighting and arguing with me all the time. Every day she would find something to fight with me about. She would call me at work just to fight with me. I started to dread going home. I never wanted to fight in front of my children but she would just keep pushing my buttons and yelling at me until my temper and emotions exploded. She would block doorways and hide my shoes so I couldn't leave. It got to the point where I started to call the police because I didn't want to leave my kids with her and she wouldn't stop screaming or getting physical with me. We were together for 3 years before I ended it. I think why it ended is pretty evident.

Now onto my newest edition, my beautiful baby girl. Daddy's little girl. Somehow a daughter holds a special place in a father’s heart. Not that my boys aren't special in their own unique ways. I met my daughter’s mother on plenty of fish which is a popular free dating website. I had every intention of taking things slow relationship wise after my break up of my previous relationship. And for a little while that’s exactly how I took it. It started off as more of a sexual relationship then a serious one. I liked her a lot and enjoyed her company but I had walls and barriers up from my previous relationship that stopped me from getting emotionally attached. She was falling in love with me but somehow I was completely blind to it. It wasn't until I was a drunken emotional idiot (which was probably best as I bottle up my emotions to often) that she was there for me and told me that she loved me. It was a bit of a slap in the face. It also knocked down one of those emotional walls that I had up. I began to realize that I was suppressing feelings and emotions as a way to protect myself. I had this beautiful woman in front of me that loved me for who I was. How could I be so blind not to realize how happy I was when I was with her? I ended up confessing my love for her as well although not the same night (I wouldn't do that drunk). After sometime she moved in with me and of course she ended up getting pregnant. I seem to have a good habit of being very careful when it comes to sex. But really we are both to blame for it. We tried to be careful with sex. We both hate condoms and she wasn't on birth control. We tried to use different methods but everyone as well as I know those methods aren't full proof. Abortion was something that we had discussed between us. I can say that I was actually really terrified. I was scared about having 3 kids with 3 mothers. I was scared about having 3 kids all below the age of 10. I was scared of just about everything. She didn't want an abortion but she didn't want to keep it if I didn't want to. I loved her to much to ask her to do that and I was also fighting with my own moral issues. I almost hate to say it but it was something I pondered on for too long a time. It wasn't fair to make her wait for an answer from me nor did it feel right deciding the life of my unborn child this way. But things worked out perfect in the long run. We were and still are both in love with each other and we get along perfectly. There isn't anything I can really complain about her without being petty. And above all she loves my boys.