A long time ago, in my blue-pilled days, I had this desire to find a young woman with whom to carry my children. This was in college, where most women were openly sexual or managed to hide it very well and there was no facebook to vet out her history. It was a time of liberation, but also of ignorance as the effects of riding the carousel were not as evident as they are these days.

Being an idiot who listened to other women with regards to my dating life, I naturally sought out an undesirable woman to date. I did this for a couple of reasons, the most prominent was that I didn't want to have to compete for other men after I had buried my seed upon her juicy loins. Another reason was that I wanted her to appreciate me more and respect the fact that I had given up the possibility to have more desirable women. I had essentially limited my options to the more undesirable women artificially in a futile attempt keep her more keen and jointed to me.

The one I found was a pregnant single mother with a daughter already. When I first met Carol, she was with her then fetal babies daddy, a drug abuser/dealer with a criminal record and no high school diploma. They didn't seem that close when I hung out with them, but I decided it was better for the children he remain with them. Fast forward to my graduation and I saw Carol again. I decided I would see what her situation was and if things had changed, and you know what! they did! Her babies daddy drug thug had taken off one day and just never came back. He had been gone for over 6 months by that time. So I made some advances and she came out and said that she wished we could have gone out when we first met, because we would make a good couple. Well, being the sadistic fucktard I was, I explained that I had also the same idea and that it wasn't too late. So we got together that day after I had made sure that she had not had sex or a relationship with any men since her badboy boyfriend skipped town. The next day we had sex twice.

Now, I had started this relationship right on the cusp of graduating and currently had my resume at a few prospects. It didn't take long for a company in another state to snatch me up due to me being in a highly desirable STEM field. So we did the ole' LDR, talked every day after work for at least an hour, and I drove 400 miles every other weekend to spend time with her and her children. We had great times together, and were highly compatible with regards to our tastes and non-liberal viewpoints. This went on for around 6 months, and about that time I took her to Europe on an all expenses paid vacation for a couple of weeks. After that we decided we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together, and that she would mother a child for me. I would be the third babies daddie in her life, which seems like a lot to handle, but the first one was imprisoned for felony distribution of illegal narcotics (third time) and other charges, and the second one was still MIA, so I wasn't burdened with the effects of dealing with them. For all intents and purposes, I was the father of her children, while in implicit title only. I took them out to fancy restaurants, to vacation spots, and even taught her oldest about things on TV and other child things.

So, my thought was, these other loser dads are going to come back into our lives soon, I need to give them an incentive to not. The one that was missing did come back, but he didn't care about raising his newborn daughter. He was around town, but not around her. I devised ways to get them to sign off on their rights and to legally adopt their children. We talked about strategies to do so, and then she went ahead and executed. The one in prison relented easily, as he was not going to be around for a while anyways. The thug badboy accepted what would amount 5000 in cash adjusted for inflation, to sign the papers and disappear into whatever hole he preferred. Everything was set up for me to take their families and for them to never come back. Life was going to be the model family you see on those annoying christmas cards where everyone is forcefully smiling.

Fast forward past the holidays, and things started falling apart. She started distancing herself from me, not telling me what her feelings were and then finally I drilled it out of her. She was starting to enjoy her 'independence' from men (as I was still traveling back and forth and planning to move her and her daughters to the new state), and didn't like the idea of being in a place where I had dominion over everything. I explained that she was not 'independent' right now. She relied on the State for welfare (she made the absolute minimum to maximize benefits), she relied on her mother to watch her kid so she could go to work, she relied on her step dad for his generous rental opportunity, she relied on just about everyone around her and that she was not even close to independent. I explained that the life with me would be independence from everyone else and that all I asked was to mother my child and be a good housewife. I didn't require her to work, I didn't require to her ask people for favors, or take money from strangers. I just wanted her to be with me and do everything she is already doing with me, those things we both enjoyed. That was the first fight we had where I started questioning my life and where I had placed myself.

It wasn't long after that, our phone conversations became less frequent, less loving and more mundane. Eventually she broke up with me over the phone. I made the trip one last time to figure out if things had really taken this turn and here is what she relayed to me. "I had a Pap test and it came back positive for abnormal cells." I asked how that was possible as she only had sex with me and I had so few partners and she didn't have sex with anyone since her pregnancy, when she got a clean bill of health. She said, "That first time we had sex when I said I didn't have sex with anyone, I lied. I had sex with [my thug badboy babies daddy] a week prior. He must have picked it up while he was gone." I asked why wasn't he around the whole time that we were together then, she said "He found out I got into a relationship with you and disappeared again."

And what was the reason why she broke up with me?? "I just love [My thug badboy babies daddy]. He relies on me, I like not having anyone else take care of me and he doesn't require me to sacrifice my independece."

Broken and downright confused about these new revelations and not understanding how I had been duped and lied to so easily, I left that place and never returned. I did talk to her a little while after and found out another man was interested her, a man with autism and a menial job. She explained that she turned him down because she "needs to be able to have interesting conversation and he just couldn't." She turned down a wonderful beta provider, who would take her diseased hole and her 2 bastard children into his virgin open arms, because he "wasn't interesting enough". She was alpha widowed by the badboys and the good man she passed up. That dude had no chance of making it to the wedding. But he probably had a chance to father another bastard child.