Thats right, 87 more days until I leave my medicore life filled with the love of one child, a menial bartending job, and my amazing bed that I have not shared with anyone in a time longer than I like to admit. I'm not scared, nor excited about leaving, I see it as just a transition to the next part of my life. Some of it is extremely sad to think about though, but other parts are, hey this could be something great.
something sad; thinking how my daughter and I will not be able to spend next summer at kings island and playing in the water park all summer long. this is something that will bring tears to my eyes next year.
something great; securing her future so she won't end up with student loan debt like me
something sad; potentially blossoming relationships. well that can also be considered a good thing, because girls typically find a reason not to like me anyways.
Once the babe goes back to her mothers house, I probably won't see her until Christmas time which is just crazy. Part of me wishes her mom would either meet a tragic accident so she has to come live with me or realize she has created the wrong family, then fall back to me where i would marry her; not because I love her (she is literally the worst I know and i'd hate every but i'd put up with anything to see my baby girl every day, even potentially miss out on 3 years)
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