Baby Daddy Facade

"Life is just one damned thing after another." ~ Elbert Hubbard

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Angelo Le roux.

Rejection, how exactly do you deal with that? This had been something, I had never ever experienced in my life. Remembering kindergarten when I first told a girl I liked her, she immediately gave me a small shy kiss on the cheek and ran away. Third grade, i kissed a girl for the first time and I loved it. Seventh grade, i didn't have to chase girls because they chased me. Sophomore year, girls practically threw themselves at me ; even at that age I still couldn't ask a girl out. As funny as it sounds, all I had to do was nod my head and say yes if I liked the girl back because they did all the talking apparently and I never listened. Senior year, i had already slept with half of the cheerleading squad. I didn't know if girls liked me because of my boyish charm, my reputation or my families reputation. Bottomline is rejection and I were never in the same sentence.

When she said no, I didn't expect it well I don't know what i expected. I just thought Raina was always in love with me so she would simply run back into my arms if I left Yasmine but boy was i wrong! Raina rejected me. On that day it didn't seem to sink in but as the week went by, i finally started to digest everything... she rejected me?! Wasn't she in love with me? what but why?

Brad had constantly told me that sometimes even if you love someone you need to be strong enough to put your pride first and let them go. This was a huge blow to my ego, i had never been hurt and for the first time in my life. I finally knew what heartbreak was. I don't know how many girls hearts, I had broken but all I knew was karma was a bitch.

now I was all alone with my whiskey bottle and office documents all over my mahogany desk, my tie pulled up to one side and seriously needing a shower. The arrogant part of me kept on telling me.. 'You know she always comes back, she will call you any second.' I was wrong because she never even called me or not even

heartbreak. She had moved on. I didn't know how we were going to deal with the fact that we have two beautiful kids together. Deep down,

come back.

a tourist because no

was designed by the mogul emperor Shah Jahan in the seventeenth century who, when devastated by the death of his beloved wife Mumtaz-i-Mahal, decide to build the beautiful monument in her memory. It wasn't my ideal place to visit but Brad swore that he had always wanted to visit this place so I just gave in. I couldn't wait to get away from the lovebirds that surrounded the whole area

I used the Jinshanling opening then ended up at the Pass Shanghaiguan. I couldn't keep up the distance was too much considering it is a apparently 6700km

couldn't help it... I laughed hysterically. Brad glared daggers at me until I cleared my throat. Some minutes later, the girl with grey somber eyes, shoulder length straight brown hair with bangs, a charming smile (Brad would say), with a short petite figure introduced herself as Hayde?? Bouhier from France. The French girl is what I called her. Before I knew it she had hijacked our trip and bromance. I ate chinese food and watched their version of wipe out at the hotel alone while Brad and french girl went on dates in the city of

was finally happily married. It surprised me how Brad had absolutely no stress about getting married, i guess when you are marrying the one it's always that way. Why didn't I take my

splitting image of her mother. I would ask them how she was? and they would tell me she was happy. For some reason I was