Hi. Am sure glad I found this website at a particularly period of my life. I am 27 unmarried and have my first real boyfriend or so I thought. My famiy hate him and think he is not good enough for me. I even broke up with him three times because of this because I felt really pressured and unhappy and because at some level I do agree with my family. He is a nurse, so am I but I am progressing onto medicine to be a doctor. He drinks and just acts silly. My sister said he is small and thinks my friends pushed us together because they dont want me to progress and are jealous of me. what my sister says pretty much sticks because I want her approval.

ok the first thing that happened is we were both part of the bridal party for our mutual friends and a girl turned up saying she was his date. he proceded to be nice to her etc and I kept my cool. she left when she found out I was his girlfriend.; He says he invited her before we started going out and then forgot to cncel it. I decided to let it go stupid me. then the next one was he told me that he may have had a baby with a girl he slept with in January on his birthday. he recently went for a paternity test but hasnt got the result yet. he did not tell me because he says he was adviced by the pple I trusted to not tell me until he was sure it was his baby. even before the partenity test he was putting up the babies photos on his facebook profile did not even care about my feelings. I broke up with him yesterday because I was fed up. we had spent a week not speaking and me being me did not see why I should be the first to communicate as he makes no effort. but today we are together again. am I here because I think I wont have another chance for a boyfriend? Am I needy? He doesnt show affection ie hugs and kisses and I am so craving that. I do not want to become a statistic. a black woman who is able to handle all her business ie work, family but when it comes to this kind of relationship become weak. I know I am not ready to leave because I do love him. what am I doing wrong or thinking wrong. I have been the one person who was single and never had a boyfriend in school when my friends were and I felt like a freak and ugly. I dont want to be alone again.