Where did the love go?-part 3

So I am looking at this picture. This is my daughter, he tells me. His only child he says.
She looks to be about 1. -- I do some quick math and determine that that equals approximately 17 years of baby mama drama, and 17 years of child support. After my last relationship, I decided that I will not deal with a man with children. Period.
That was my new rule--in full effect.

I was too free back then, too much of a party girl, and too selfish to want to go thru my life with a tag along child. That was my choice, I just didn't want the responsibility of taking care of someone's else's child and dealing with the mama of said child.

Where is her mother? I ask.
She is around, he tells me.
Great, I think.
LOL, not that she should be dead or anything..I was just hoping they lived in another state. or country.

He pulls out a picture of the child's mother. Eeeeeek! She looks like a train wreck. just a mess. a hot ass mess.

She looks evil, I say.
He just looks at me.
Are you still with her? I ask--just to make sure.
No, he says. We don't get along.

So he takes me back to work. And he calls. All the girls that I work with were commenting on how handsome he was. How polite. How well spoken. And how he looked at me.
I noticed that too. He looked at me like he never wanted to take his eyes off of me. Like I was the only person in the world. Like he loved me.

I think, this can't be so bad. This man seems like the type to not let his baby mama run all over him. Surely, he will understand that we need 'us ' time. Maybe I will try this and see what happens.

So our relationship began. We went out to dinner, movies, Haines Point--damn near everywhere in DC. There was never a dull moment. It was a few weeks before I gave up the goods. The sex was just okay. Dammit. But I figured--it's newbie sex--it will get better.
The more that grew to love him, the better the sex appeared to be. He was freaky, but in a selfish way. He never really left me saying "damn, where the hell am I?" that's the kind of sex I'm talkin about. I think, as it turned out, that I was freakier than him! But that's a whole 'nother story..

So, fast forward to April. He was basically staying with me. His clothes were there, his stuff was there. He was there. All the time. I loved being with him. We were alike in so many ways.
We finished each other's sentences. We were soul-mates. He brought his daughter around a few times, but basically, it was me. and him. We talked about our future. We talked about getting married. We talked about our house and all the babies we would have. We couldn't get enough of each other. I wondered where this man had been all my life. He did and said all the right things. I was in love. And he was too.

On my birthday, I was going to my mothers to hang out. He was going to work. We left my (our) apartment together. He was about 10 steps ahead of me. When I walked out, I see someone quickly approaching him. A woman. I get a closer look, and it's none other than (oh, Lawd!) train wreck.