Yup - the best treatment for all of this is a clean sweep - clean out the std, clean out the ectopic pregnancy, and clean out all contact with him. ETA: That was for Diosa. You can contact HIM when you have a total of your medical expenses - he doesn’t need to contact you. By the way, don’t count on him paying for anything - he’s a massive jerk, and massive jerks don’t tend to pay for things they should pay for.
Too bad if I was the cop that showed up to this and saw a woman yelling “you fucked a hooker, gave me an STD, got me pregnant, and NOW YOU WANNA BAIL!” Between punches.
I would have handed you my baton and said “here hun, use this, I’ll hold him”
Your inbox is full again 
Skittles?
If you pm me your snail mail address I would love to send you a parcel of skittley goodness. A bit of extra sugar will help I’m sure.
CitizenPained, I barely know you, but even I am all riled up here and wanting to go post crap on his Wall for you.
(I’m guessing it’s against the rules though, for you to post the link so we can all tell him what we think of him…)
And yes, demand the $1000 and the puppy.
:: bright idea :: I can tell my students! They’ll put a hit out on him.
Fixed. Sorry - I actually deleted a lot this time.
SKITTLES? NO GELATIN SKITTLES?
We need a love smiley!
You know, I do have bills to pay. I want a Havanese. I always thought I’d never get a dog I could put into my purse, but hey. I have an apartment. 
What an asshole.
Don’t let him come anywhere near you ever again. Don’t ask him to help out, just erase him from your life. He’s sub-human.
Some people can do this…I can, then again I was an EMT for a while. So I have seen hundreds of examples of co-worker wading through a familys worst nightmares and going straight to lunch. Its a defense mechanism, albeit not one you should be applying to a significant other. In one respect, I applaud his move, he hit his limit, and rather than becoming a bigger part of the problem he walked away.
Shitty, yes, but if the guy is as much of a whackjob as has been implied, he probably did you a favor.
Agreed. A crappy as this whole situation is, a worse one would be raising a kid with this guy.
If you need someone to help you during the actual procedure, there are probably a few of us around here who would be glad to help provide transportation.
I agree. Neither of us are financially stable. I’m a great mom, but do I want another kid? No. Yes. Kind of. Not now. Not like this.
…really?
You forgot, “Not with him.” 
Sure. That’s a horrible, unpleasant, awkward thing to go through, even if it is something that has to be done, and would suck to have to do it alone, or not do what is necessary because you can’t get a ride.
Totally. I also need someone who is at least as good looking as I am. 
Thank you. I may PM after I hear what the doc says Monday. They said by then it should be big enough to spot. If not, they’ll assume ectopic and go from there. Either methotrexate or surgery <shudder>.
Sounds good!
ETA: Not the procedure/surgery/etc. just the PM plan.
You ever hear of the phrase “Don’t stick your dick in the crazy?” That’s what you did, only with the opposite genetalia, of course. You got dicked by the crazy. You put your vagina on the crazy.
I don’t really know what else to say. I’ve given my advice before and it was unheeded. It’s not that I didn’t expect that. When I was going through an on-again-off-again toxic relationship myself, my therapist just looked at me and said “Only you can decide when you’re done. Nobody else. It may not be the first breakup, it may not be the tenth. There will just be one day where you wake up, realize that he’s not worth all the bullshit, and you’ll be over him.” And damned if it didn’t happen one day, just like a lightswitch flicked on.
It wasn’t the first breakup. It wasn’t the fourth, fifth, sixth…Maybe closer to tenth? But after that lightswitch flipped, I never looked back. As a person who was in a similar spot at one point, I really really really hope your metaphorical lightswitch gets flipped someday, before he affects you even worse, beyond all he has done now.
I agree. But there’s something that feels so…counter-intuitive about an abortion. It has a heartbeat. I’m not all “abortion is murder!” or anything like that. I think I’m just…human.
It’s not supposed to be an easy decision. It’s totally OK to feel conflicted. And remember that no one is forcing you. This is your choice to make. Whichever way you choose will be the right one.
(Just re-read that, and now it looks like I’m trying to talk you out of the abortion. I’m not. I’m just trying to say that whatever feelings you feel are right and appropriate, and that you really do have a lot of control over the situation, even if it doesn’t feel that way.)
He asked if I’d take 3k, a dog, and a milkshake in exchange for an abortion. We’d been calling it “the alien”, so PP has been dubbed “Alien Removal Services”.
If I weren’t pregnant, I’d go get drunk right now.
I have to be up in 3 hours for work. Sigh.
What flavor is the milkshake?