Confessions

Hi all,

My name’s Melyssa Ganache and I’m gonna be unfolding my confessions to you for the next few weeks, months or so, who knows … right here. Spilling my guts.

I’m a single mom who is currently embroiled in a heated custody battle with my baby’s father. This negro wants sole custody of my kid, y’all You believe that? Sole custody. He’s a nut case.

But there’s more to it than that. There's infidelity, rumors of infidelity, accusations of kidnapping, backstabbing and getting back together. Noobody ever breaks up just once, you always get back. And -- if we can just be real -- the serious consideration of contracting a hit man’s services. Really. It’s all here and it’s all true.

If you’re a baby’s mama (ugh, that term makes me cringe), a baby’s daddy (equal disgust, here) or close to someone who has been through the drama that most certainly follows either attachment, then maybe you can relate.

This is my story …

continued from The Beginning

That secret allure. That’s what drew me in, in the beginning.

You’ve been there … The two of you in a room full of people, stealing glances, exchanging smirks, repositioning yourself on a sofa or chair in a tell-tale, perhaps reminiscent way, that only that other person sees.

Maybe a mutual friend crosses the room to introduce one of you to the other.

“This is my dude, so-and-so. So-and-so, Melyssa.”

You smile politely and shake hands with the aloofness of new acquaintances. But he’s no new acquaintance. He knows the color of your sheets.

Continued from Beware of That Secret Allure

That one fateful night turned into another and another and spun into a relationship of sorts. Not so much out of passion or romantic feeling -- Quite frankly we weren't much more compatible in bed than I'd soon find we were, out -- But more of a fulfilling of mutual needs in a couple of different realms. Emotionally, he needed to feel worthy and wanted and I needed a friend. And if we can just be real, he needed a car and I needed a parking space in the city (I'd never heard of spending for a spot in a lot what some people pay in rent. I'm a country girl, I guess.)

Continued from You’ve Got a Deal

As matter-of-fact as I’ve made it seem, it wasn’t all merely mechanical. I mean, yeah, there definitely was an agreed upon exchange at the heart of our relationship, but honestly, I liked BD. For all his faults -- that were slowly but surely cropping up everywhere -- he still, at this point, seemed a sympathetic character to me.

Of course, he’d soon become a super villain. But right now, I’m still understanding. So I rationalized adapted to his seemingly ever lengthening list of quirks.

Continued from The Road to Rationalization Adaptation

I don’t think I even realized how unhappy I was in my relationship with BD, until the day I got a glimpse of what had once been.

Enter the ex-factor.