I got my next door neighbour pregnant
No not Mr Eccentric mentioned in my previous post. In 1999 I moved house next door to an extremely attractive nurse. She was gorgeous. Funny, bright & we got one well. There was a gradual start… having a quick chat if we bumped in to each other etc. This then progressed being invited in for a glass of wine now & again, then the occasional dinner and finally one night after about 9 months of this we did the wild thing. Yay! I was completely besotted with her. Things remained casual – we would see each other once a week or so, sometimes this would end up with me tickling her womb & other times not.

All was fine. It was obvious I was keener on her than she was on me but I was happy getting plumb deep (she seemed to be happy with this too) and we got on well. Then she broke the news that she was pregnant. After we had both recovered from the initial shock we had several proper grown up conversations about what she wanted to do – my view being that I would happily support her (not just financially) if she wanted to keep the baby but I would understand if she would rather not keep it. She decided after a lot of thought not to go ahead with the pregnancy & the required appointments etc were made & attended.

It was a very difficult experience for her (wasn’t that great for me emotionally either to be honest) & I eventually arranged for her to have some counselling which seemed to help. I lost my job around the same time as all this happened. It took me 10 months and over 300 job applications before I got another. So times weren’t great. During this she had a breast cancer scare (particularly serious as she had lost her mother to the same). I did what I could be supportive & thankfully the biopsy results came through and it wasn’t cancer (thank fuck).

I then get a job – a really good one that I really wanted – the cancer scare has passed and she seems to be recovering from the emotional trauma of the pregnancy & subsequent procedure. Life looked good. For about three weeks. I then caught her at with some French wanker. It was bad enough to find out she had been cheating after everything that had happened– but with a Frenchman. The shame.

I moved house very very quickly after that. Apologies for lack of etc.
(lkjshaglkasjdhglkhjz lkcvl; g;aodh;owih, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 14:14, 2 replies)

C'est la vie
*shrugs*
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 14:19, closed)

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Ouch.....just ouch.
(Obi wanker nobi Its not a bug, its an unexpected feature, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 15:13, closed)