I used to date bad boys because I felt like the good ones (educated, God-fearing, employed) were boring and they never paid any attention to me, always preferring the chickenheads or big butts and boobs with no brains. My son's father was a bad boy and as a result of his bad boy ways, he's six feet under. Before his death, he abandoned us and it hurt me badly. I no longer wanted the bad boys, the good guys didn't want to take a "baby's mama" seriously and I became bitter.
I took a good long look at myself and decided then and there that I deserved someone who would treat me like the queen that I am. I deserved someone who valued an education, who went to church on a regular basis, who worked hard like I did and most importantly, cared about my son. It took almost 6 years, but I have a good guy in my life and we've been together for almost 2 years and hopefully will get married in the near future once I finish grad school. Stability has never been so exciting to me.
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