Story of a relationship through the good times and the bad. |
I started College today and met a girl; posh and stuck up, I didn't like her much. Rough, tough, chavy council kid; she thought I was a bit of a flid. Time is an opportunity to get to know each other; before I know it she's my lover. Her family don't like that I am not rich; especially her mum who's a two faced bitch. After a year we've our first child on the way; we announce it and her family have too much to say. My aunties and uncles death takes a toll on me; and I lose sight of the good man I wanted to be. Me and my beautiful woman get our own flat; talking to other people we both lose where the other is at. Arguing and drifting apart with a new born baby; we should leave our relationship maybe. Cuddles and selfie pouting; turned into fist fighting, screaming and shouting. Work, drinking, paranoia and arguments everyday; we need to change, it can't stay the same. Talking through the troubles with secrets exposed; we start a new and that chapter is closed. Things are better with another child expected; love, passion and family that are never neglected. We live in a house that don't feel like my home; stuck in a town I am ashamed to call my own. The need and burden to get away; with a women that cant leave her family and just wont stray. I want my girls with me but need to leave; everyday waking up and feeling like I've got to heave. I keep saying to myself just keep moving forward; I cant stay here forever oh help lord I'm cornered. Outburst of anger aimed at a stair gate; she tells me to leave she don't want this life and its too late. Broken and forced to face her everyday when I wake; ill act strong but truth be told that's fake. She's hurting too and I still love her; out of everyone she's the one I prefer. With romantic gestures failing; my hearts the only thing that is breaking. I just want you back; wishing you'd have a love relapse. An overpriced flat I find; filled with drugs and grime. This isn't the place for me; but its close to her and my babies. I see them everyday; trying to make sure things stay the same. Arguments and awkwardness; trying to move on from this. Promises I make her; feels like a legal transfer. Needing to date other girls; while trying to keep my other world. Get out there everyone said; but I promised her I wouldn't take anyone else to bed. She tells me she's sorry and wants me back; I don't know if I should back track. Oh what should I do; go for my past love or try to find anew. She tells me she's pregnant and it can only be mine; I still do love her and think she's sublime. I say lets give it another go; what's to lose when I've got nothing to show. We're in the hospital; something's wrong I heard the midwife say its critical. Alarms going off and I'm kicked out the room; I hope my woman's ok and my baby in the womb. Midwives and nurses everywhere; I'm an impatient mess as this caught me unaware. They then say come quickly as the baby's coming; dressed in theatre clothes I go running. Barely in there when they say they can see the head; something feels wrong as midwives pin my woman down onto the bed. One screams at her to push now; while the other one says to get forceps and towels. Then one midwife shouts for everyone to be quiet; as manic as it was she has quickly ended the riot. She says you need to push when you can; because there's complications it might not go to plan. The baby's out feels like forever before she cries; everyone is emotional not a single dry eye. It's a girl the midwife hurls; so now there is mum, me and our 3 special girls. Staring in all my daughters eyes and realising it's all worth it, I mean after all life can't always be perfect. |