The Time I Broke up in a Relationship Because of My Girlfriend’s Daughter

Summary

The author recounts a past romantic relationship that ended due to his girlfriend's daughter, despite not being jealous or averse to children.

Abstract

In this narrative, the author describes a passionate relationship he had with a woman who had a one-and-a-half-year-old daughter. Despite his initial interest and the strong connection between him and his girlfriend, the author chose not to meet her daughter, fearing the potential heartbreak for both himself and the child when the relationship inevitably ended. He reflects on his decision, expressing curiosity about how things might have turned out if he had allowed the daughter into his life.

Opinions

The author was initially drawn to his girlfriend because of her physical appearance.
The author was persistent in pursuing his girlfriend despite her initial reservations due to her responsibilities as a mother.
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No, we didn’t break up for the reason you’re thinking

In my most “player” phase, from the age of twenty to thirty, I had no barrier at all. If I was walking on the street and a girl interested me, I would go to her, introduce myself and start chatting. Many times it didn’t work, of course … But some worked.

The story I am going to tell was one of these cases.

I was walking through Shopping Paulista, where I worked at a store called “Pakalolo.” A girl passed me by. She was short, with white skin, black hair, a pretty face, and a tiny but spectacular body. Reminds a lot of the type of girl in the picture above.

I kept an eye on her, and I couldn’t resist. She had gone to the bathroom at the mall. I waited, she left, and I followed her. She went into a store, and I saw she worked there.

I got a bench near the store and sat down. I stayed there for a long time until she left again. This time I intercepted her, and we started talking.

The girl was nice to me, but she seemed reticent. She went to work on something at the mall’s management; I followed her, and when she returned to the store, I asked if we could see each other after her working hours. It was then that I understood her apprehension. She said to me, in a sad tone, “I don’t think so. I’m a mother; I have a one and a half-year-old daughter; I won’t have time for you!”

I didn’t find that a good reason we didn’t get to know each other, so I insisted, and she relented. And we had a very torrid affair. We were in love with each other, but a problem prevented that relationship from becoming a courtship.

The daughter.

No, I was not jealous of the daughter. No, we could find time to be together. No, I have no aversion to children.

Quite the opposite.

THAT WAS THE PROBLEM.

Maria Fernanda — I still remember her daughter’s name — was so cute! I only met her from a single photo and from the stories her mother told me. And I was sure that, the moment she came into my life, I wouldn’t want her to leave anymore. The problem is that her mother was still very hurt by the breakup with the girl’s father, and I didn’t think that what we had could evolve much beyond sex with her mind in this way.

So I avoided meeting the daughter so that both she and I wouldn’t suffer when the relationship with the mother ended — I knew it was going to end.

And I was right.

I think I did well.

But even today, I am curious to know how things would have been if Maria Fernanda had entered my life!