Aug 25, 2008 01:15
She was lucky that she still had the key for his hotel room, it made it easier to get in and leave him the letter. She wasn't sure when he was going to come back and she hoped that somehow he'd sense that she was there. Not that she was staying but maybe he'd find the letter waiting for him. Laying the envelope in the middle of the bed, she laid down her keycard as well and then slipped out.
Dear Grady,
God, I hate letters but right now I'm not sure how we'd go for talking. In case you hadn't noticed, I definitely seem to have the hormones portion of the show down pat. Take how I am normally and take away the control, I seem to be getting riled up over the dumbest shit.
I know how you are, you're territorial to begin with. I'm not sure where things started to change but I've been having the feeling lately that you don't like me with other men. So it should have been no surprise to me that you'd tell me to stop with me being pregnant. It wasn't unreasonable for you to ask but I was just on instant defense. I felt like you were demanding it and I had no choice. So I wasn't really going to listen all that well.
I'm still totally confused and surprised. I didn't plan on getting pregnant and not in this, this was supposed to be fun and casual. That doesn't mean I don't care about you because I do. But this wasn't planned, I don't even know how to take it in at the moment. I can't even wrap my mind around it without frickin crying for whatever reason. I want to talk to you too but yeah, I pretty much sent you away.
I'm quitting stripping, that's no surprise. I was getting there and now I have every reason to. I'm going to knock the other shit off too. I'm going to find a real job to work at till I need to take maternity leave and then I will look after the baby for a bit before I have to go back to work. I don't know exactly what I want but I know I want to keep the baby. I'm against abortions and I can't give it up.
I really didn't mean to send you away. I'm sorry but I don't want you to feel stuck either. I don't want to feel like the girl trapping the guy into something by getting pregnant. So not me.
Anyhow, I'm leaving for a bit. A friend is helping me to take a small trip but I guess you can find me whenever you want. If you want.
Farah.
letter,
grady,
new york,
verse: new york