Its really bad when my SO me chose between my son and the life I used to live. I had everything. I had my horses I had a good job that matched what I make in two weeks in three or 4 days I had my emt my fire fighter certification I had it all. And I left it for a man.. I should have never moved out at 18... EVER!!!!!! I would have everything. A bomb ass job, I would still have my horses, everything.... But I lost it all because I thought I was in love. The first year was great. Only fought maybe a hand full of times we smiled and laughed.... Now that doesn't happen anymore.. We fight on the daily, to him his son doesn't matter, and I sure as hell don't matter to him... Nothing does. Let him get sick and he gets to stay curled up in bed all day waited on hand and foot by me and his mother and have her take care of his child. But let me get sick and I have to clean, take care on my son by myself, go to work, and be a maid. These are the days I dread... If I didn't have my son idk what I would do but then again I miss my past life so bad....