When I was 21 I had a son before graduating from Ga Tech, though me and the mom broke up before he was born. I never wanted us to break up but as the relationship ended and during the aftermath it became clear she just wanted a baby and even let me know she didn’t love me the way I loved her. As my son grew up I tried my best to be there but I knew since he was in another state that the relationship would be tough, plus she had full custody and I could only see him and talk to him when she allowed it. I used this pain towards my work and manifested a successful career.
Then at 26 I got married to a fine Liberian chick. Loved the hell out of her. Was there for her when her dad died, even though I was broke and still building my career I would go w/o to make sure she was straight. I even got her citizenship papers straight in the event something happened to me so she would be good to keep going in the U.S. In GA at the time mental health work wasn’t as prominent as it is now and California was a better place for her. So we got her setup with a school, house, and car out there. While out there I would call, text FaceTime. I couldn’t go with her as paying for rent there and for a mortgage in Atlanta was too expensive, plus I still had work on the east coast to handle. Went through the usual ups and down that relationships do but still stayed committed to the promise I made to be there regardless. I never even cheated, when I could’ve especially since my work was in music videos, fashion commercials, and films. Fast forward to 2019, I get the call that she wants a divorce. She told me she felt we grew apart. This was true as I was focused on work in order to keep things going forward. Was never bitter, still love her till this day.
Once the divorce was finalized, I left the U.S. moved to the DR. Started a whole new life, wasn’t looking for love or significant other but ended up meeting a girl. We kept it casual no strings attached. We both knew what it was, but the connection was there and she knew I had her back. She had a son but I didn’t care, treated him like he was my own. I remember I got food poisoning from some bad lettuce/lechuga. That girl held me down during the throwing up and shitting. She was a real soldier. In June 2022 she told me she was pregnant. I was nervous but prepared and happy. My girl at the time was 5-6 months pregnant. I had to go away for work and on my way back to Atlanta, I called her to check on her as I hadn’t heard from her. On December 19 or 21st 2022 at 3a.m. in a layover in Denver she called me crying. She lost the baby. she had a miscarriage. That pain hurt so much I broke down right there.
1 year later my brother passed away from an overdose. We weren’t blood but he was the closest thing to a brother that I would know. He was the only person that truly understood me. Felt lost when he passed.
After all that, I deal with depression sometimes. I used to numb the pain with weed and psychedelics. It helped me deal with the introspective but the pain and thoughts still pop up at times.
Nowadays i will go to the gym or just channel the pain into work.
For those who have a significant other and family or one of the two you are truly blessed. Even if you only get court appointed time with your kids at least your in their life.
If you are expecting a child, love that woman through that whole process, cherish her as much as you can. And when that baby is born love your kids to the point of spoiling them. That opportunity is precious to have.
If you have friends cherish them, cuz you never know what could happen when they aren’t around.
The holidays can be tough but life and time doesn’t stop for anyone and neither should you. Keep pursuing. I haven’t given up on love or having a family. I know it will come. Until then, just gotta keep on pushin.