It was time to make our way to his sister’s house on December 22nd. It would take approximately 12 hours to drive there. *Steve’s father and step-mother had already started making their way the day before, as they wanted to stop over night somewhere to break the driving up over two days. I paid for the hotel – to include the days we were going to be absent, so we had the same room to come back to, and so we didn’t have to bring all our luggage with us.
It was a long journey. Tensions started to build and Steve was getting frustrated with having to drive all the time. Being from the UK, I wasn’t comfortable driving out in the US as they drive on the wrong side of the road! He started to become more frustrated with the journey. We disagreed on something to trivial, I can’t even remember what it was about. Rather than argue back with him, I decided not to respond and just to stay silent, hoping this would resolve the problem. It didn’t. In fact, he started to yell, getting more and more agitated telling me I had better start talking to him because he didn’t like the silence. I still refused. Why should I participate in a shouting match when I didn’t want to? I couldn’t understand why there was an argument in the first place.
Steve got so annoyed with me, that he pulled up in the middle of nowhere. By this point it was pitch black and there was no one around. I really thought I was about to meet my maker! He got out of the vehicle and started to pace up and down. Upon getting back in he told me to start talking to him because the silence was driving him mad. I spoke, but only to say I had nothing to say to him, and that I did not want to argue. He said he would stop as long as I talked to him. So, he got back in to the car and another conversation started. It was going well, but yet another argument broke out and this time, as he was driving, he demanded I hand back the ring and the necklace he had given me just the day before. I couldn’t believe it! I gave them back to him. At this point, I felt he had ruined the trip anyway. I went silent again. I could not be bothered with the yelling nor the mood he was in. Rather than stop the car like he did earlier, he continued to drive and yell, then suddenly threw the ring and necklace at me (they were in a little fabric bag that came with the necklace). It ended up hitting me in the eye. I started to cry.
He said he was sorry, but told me it was all my fault because he didn’t like the silent treatment I was giving him. I just wanted to get the hell away from him. But I couldn’t. I was stuck. This time round I started to argue back because I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Steve decided to pull up outside a random hotel. He demanded I get out of the car. As I got out, he had already scrambled out and was stood behind the vehicle by the trunk. It all happened so fast. I heard a thud on the ground… he had thrown my suitcase as far as he could on the driveway of the hotel. Then he walked around to me and slapped me around the face. I couldn’t believe it. My boyfriend of less than two months was treating me so badly and had struck me. I just cried. I still had eleven days left with him. His sister *Anna was expecting me as was his biological mother and step-father. What was I to do?
After a short time, I decided to grab my suitcase and check into a room. One can only assume he felt bad (or so it seemed), but he came running after me trying to get my case out of my hand. He apologised and swore he’d never struck a woman before and asked me not to mention it to his family because they wouldn’t agree with it, and would probably disown him. After much thought, I got back into the car where he continued to apologise. Handing me back the fabric bag which contained the ring and necklace, I just slipped it into my bag. There was no way I was going to wear them now. That was pretty much it for the rest of the journey. I didn’t have much to say to him after what I had experienced. He didn’t want me to tell his family what he had done, so the rest of the journey was pleasantly quiet.
(*Not their real names)
Blog of a Mad Black Woman 
I came across this article last night, and I must say, I am not surprised. A number of months back, when I read that Ciara was pregnant for Future, I was thinking “She’s the fourth ‘Baby Mama’ and she won’t be the last”- not that I was hoping they would break up. (I would just like to point out, that I loathe the term ‘Baby Mama’, but it is such a common term these days).
You see, I agree with Judge Judy. Although it can be said vice versa too, (not her exact words but) if a man has a child with one woman, and it didn’t work out, then OK, fair enough. He meets someone else, hoping to be with this person for the rest of his life. So, they have a child, making her the second woman he has had a child with. Past that point, forget it, because the man is just having children for the sake of it with as many women as possible. And especially of the man does not pay child support for the children he already has.
Future’s child with Ciara was born in May this year. They broke up three months after their son’s birth in August. His child with a third woman was born in December 2013 (according to what I have read. Please correct me if I’m wrong). He is also in hot water with regards to Child Support.
This sounds very similar to my situation. My (ex) husband had a four year old daughter when I met him. By the time our son was born, his daughter was six years old. I walked away from *Steve when Max was three months old. Now, only a year old, he has yet another child on the way with a third woman.
Steve and *Britney have lived their lives how they’ve wanted to, without acknowledgement of their responsibilities – to include him buying her an engagement ring just six weeks after they got together, (when our son was only five and a half months old), dining out, buying clothes, etc, with no thought to their current three children – how they are clothed, how they eat, get medication – nothing. Not to mention that Steve himself, is shunning his responsibility of paying Child Support for Max and his daughter. (Please note, he was paying Child Support to his daughter when we met and for most of our relationship as he was in the Army. I would never knowingly get with a deadbeat).
I cannot get my head around this growing “trend” of multiple mothers and fathers. Here are a few comments on the subject:
somebody, somewhere, 3 weeks ago
I kinda saw this outcome coming, especially with the song with Kanye where they bragged about women being trophies and sex objects. Like a typical rapper, It gave away how he viewed women. Not forgetting the fact that he has 4 baby mamas.