My reality.
I still can't believe it. I'm two months pregnant. Sympathy from the ex is not what I need, but it's all I'm going to get. If we had truly loved each other, we could have worked things out and carried on as a family. Unfortunately, there is not a lot of love between us, and whatever hopes I had for a happily ever after evaporated a long time ago. My dreams are simply beyond the realm of reality, and when dreams are taken away, all you have left is fear, a growing belly and a heart of a child beating in it.
Storybook endings don't make much sense anymore.
It's hard to carry the child of a man who does not love you. But this is no longer about him, it's about my baby. I guess that's why I'll pull through, against all odds if I have to.
Storybook endings don't make much sense anymore.
It's hard to carry the child of a man who does not love you. But this is no longer about him, it's about my baby. I guess that's why I'll pull through, against all odds if I have to.