You left. (Jacob Perez Story)

"Mommy Connow put food on my face!" my 3 year old son, Anthony complained to me.

"Anthony stop being a baaaaby" I said while smirking slightly to him just to hear him complain about him being a big boy.

"Mommy me a big boy! Me no baby! Me no Connow!" He said with tears about to come out of his eyes.

My other 1 year old son, Connor giggled lightly in his high chair.

I'm supposing you're wondering who I am and why I'm you should care about what I'm even talking about.

So I guess this is the part where I tell you ALLLLL about my crazy life.

So here goes nothing.

My name is Violet Waters.

I'm White, Thai, and Black.

I'm 22.

I currently live in New York City.

Wanna know how this all started?

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Welllll, I was 16. Met this young handsome fella named Jacob Perez. He was in some sort of group, forgot the name. After talking for a while, we kinda sorta "fell in love." Sounds cheesy, I know. But we did. And for a really long time, I thought it was true. For 3 years, me and Jacob were in a wonderful, committed relationship. When I was 19, I thought I he was my soulmate, my future husband, basically my everything. I gave up my virginity to him, which eventually led to me getting pregnant.

When I first told him, I thought he'd want nothing to do with me or his child. But his reaction was waaaay different. He loved the idea of being a father. The guy literally BEAMED with happiness everytime he saw my tummy.

The day finally came. I gave birth to my now 3 year old son, Anthony Alexander Perez.

Jacob started crying when the doctor put Anthony into his arms. I really couldn't believe I was finally a mother. I knew everything would change for me, and I was finally an adult.

Jacob and I bought a HUGE apartment here in NYC, and it's the same one I'm in right now.

When I was about 21, me and Jacob got back at the freaky stuff. He'd used protection, so we wouldn't have to worry about baking another kid in the oven.

WRONG.

A few weeks later, I had felt horrible so I bought a pregnancy test and it came back positive.

I was speechless, and so was Jacob when I told him. Since he'd have such a good reaction when I told him about Anthony, I thought the same for our next kid.

Again, WRONG.

"You're kidding right?" Jacob said a little loud. And by the way he looked, I could tell he wasn't being funny.

"No Jacob. I'm pregnant. Again." I said truthfully. I wasn't ashamed about having another kid. I just wished it would've been at another time.

"Wow Violet. I used protection! What the fuck?! I can't be having another kid! Anthony's too much to fucking handle!" He yelled while slamming his fists on the counter.

"Jacob, Anthony's sleeping. Don't wake him up!" I said to him, trying to get him to calm down.

"NO ALRIGHT?! I REFUSE TO HAVE ANOTHER KID! IT'S ALL YOUR GODDAMN FAULT! YOU KEPT TELLING ME HOW MUCH YOU WANTED ANOTHER KID! AND I TOLD YOU I DID TOO BUT JUST NOT RIGHT NOW! WHAT THE FUCK DIDNT YOU UNDERSTAND?" He yelled in fury as he looked at me with hatred.

"Oh you think I wanted this?? Sure I wanted another kid, but not right now! You are such a freaking coward Jacob! Can't you just deal with the fact that God wants you to have another blessing in your life??" I yelled right back at him.

"YOU KNOW WHAT VIOLET?! IM LEAVING. IM NOT TAKING CARE OF THAT THING. IM GOING BACK TO CALIFORNIA WHERE I BELONG. FIND ME A WOMAN WHO WON'T CARE SO MUCH ABOUT HAVING KIDS ALL THE TIME!" He screamed while going up the stairs.

"Jacob, you can't leave. What about Anthony! You're fucking son! And me! And your unborn child!" I said while following him up the stairs.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. Don't bother begging me to stay because I'm not. I'll visit Anthony from time to time. Oh yeah, and that kid is probably not even mine because you're a fucking whore, and that's all you'll ever amount to be." He said while packing his clothes.

The last thing I remembered about him was walking out the door the next day, never to return.