Nothing worse than "Irish Goodby's" from manipulative women. I dated a woman with 5 kids who pulled the same stunts, and split up with her, but her kids were deeply saddened, as they couldnt count on their biological fathers (That right - fathers) to feed, clothe and ensure they made it to school on time. I also supplied them with Christmas gifts, and taught 2 of them networking technology, and they learned that computers were good for more things than playing games and viewing social media. A few years later, I was leaving the hospital with my walker, after radiologial treatment, and I hears a voice crying out- Mr Marco! Mr Marco! I searched the crowd and saw a young man who worked at the hospital, pushing a cart loaded with medical supplies towards the service elevator. I didnt recognise him at first, but after a minute, I remembered him- Cameron. He told me that he appreciated the time and effort I spent on him and his four sisters. He was an adult now and was joining the military to obtain a college degree in the Medical field, and he told me that the computers I bought for them had inspired Natalie and Arlisha to get their College educations on computer science. He thanked me for feeding them and providing support that both of their biological parents either could'nt or would'nt. "You made me realise that there was more to life, and gave me the confidence I needed to start paying attention in school, and now I've got this job at the hospital" he said. Thank you, Cameron, I replied. You just justified that the time and money I invested into you and your sisters and mother werent a waste, and I want you to keep working and make something of yourself, I said to him. "I will!" he replied. We shook hands and he went back to work. As I made my way to the parking lot with my walker, I felt a sense of accomplishment, knowing that even though his mother had left me, and his father was never in his life, the time and effort I had invested for a year and a half were not wasted, and three out of the five kids had taken my advice seriously, and didnt follow the path of the parents. I've never had any children of my own and have lived alone for over 20 years, but dated, always hoping to find a woman who really cared for me, and not just the economic security I provided. A few days later, his mother called me, wanting to meet for dinner or something. I politely declined, and told her that if she truly cared about me, she wouldnt have used me and cheated on me, and snuck off in the dark of night like a thief with my emotions. I wished her kids well in life, and told her I wasnt interested in maintaining either a freindship or relationship with her. "You Forrest Gumped me" I said on the phone. I wont let you do that to me again. Im just glad that your kids are doing well in life, and now they understood I wasnt trying to be an asshole, but trying to prepare them for the future. She hung up the phone, and that was the end of our correspondence. About a year later, Cameron called me from Kuwait, and told me he had joined the military, and thought of me as his father. "Call me anytime you want to, Cam." I said. That was about four years ago.