I know what I'm known for around here and what is expected from me (aside from absence as the current scorecard shows) but I've had something on my mind. It may be a mistake sharing this story, but I somehow feel I'll feel better. I had been with a woman for a little while before I joined the military. It was pretty serious, we had moved in together and in retrospect, I feel we worked really well together. While I don't believe in "the one", her and I functioned. Our sex life declined suddenly and sharply. She found being touched to be irritating to the point where we'd sit far apart. It wasn't just our sex life that suffered, we both knew there was a problem, but we couldn't identify it. We split up. About two weeks later she calls me, tells me to meet her at the parking lot outside the university where we met. She was pregnant. She had been pregnant for a while, which explained why she was so irritable. I took her to dinner to talk it over, and while I was terrified and freaking out, I said I would raise the child with her. While part of me was much too terrified to process what I had just agreed to, the other part felt it was the right thing to do. She unfortunately didn't want me in the picture. She told me my plan was not going to work, and that she'd much prefer to raise the child with her parents. I tried to convince her to stay, but before I knew it, she was gone to the United States.