I met a girl in a bar one night, she was sort of cute, but a little overweight. She had great hair, a great face, and a nice personality. We went out a few times, eventually one thing led to another and we did the deed -- she was a demon in the sack. We dated on and off for a few more months, usually more of a "friends with benefits" thing. I enjoyed her company, but she didn't seem like a good fit long term -- she wasn't super focused on staying fit, and liked to sneak cigarettes, particularly when we were out drinking. Unfortunately, one particular night led to a pregnancy, and then, my first child.
I did the right thing. We got married.
The first child led to a second, and they are good kids.
She never really lost the pregnancy weight, and soon after, was smoking a pack a day. She worked here and there, part time jobs mostly, didn't make enough to justify paying for child care. She had hurt her back at one point, and became somewhat addicted to pain pills.
This lasted 7-8 years, and then it all came crashing down. I don't think she ever strayed, but near the end she was deep into pills and other drugs. Fights ensued regularly. She left me, and took the kids to her parents. Eventually, her parents kicked her out.
I found out she was living in a motel, and possibly turning tricks on the side. I got custody of the kids. She's out there, somewhere. Completely out of our lives now.
Always wear a rubber.