When it Rains...It Pours
Well Let's begin a beautiful recap of the last couple of months. I last spoke to my "friend" one fateful night with the words... I'll call you back. Yah, never happened... Why prey tell, Because a very wonderful phone call from my mother came in.she soon informed me I needed to get home quickly. I did and she asked for the house keys back and said I don't need them because I no longer reside there. Wonderful!!! I then Spoke to my mother worried about you know the basic necessities of life, such as shelter and what have you for my unborn child. After days of arguing over and over again, she came up with a solution to this problem. I would be allowed to stay in the house, if I left my baby's dad. Such a wonderful decision. Due to the fact that I am terrified for security for me and my offspring... I finally gave in and accepted the terms. I shortly there after had a very long talk with the daddy to be and he agreed that it would be best for our baby's well being if he up and vanished like a fart in the wind. Broken hearted I agreed to take him to work in Los Alamitos, and part ways only to meet up for doctors appointments and what have you. If that wasn't bad enough... I get a phone call from one of my favorite cousins, "Hey Prima." I was so excited to hear his voice and I knew he would cheer me up. But alas he informed me that he had some bad news. His mother... my nina. Had passed away the night before. I lost it. Completely broke down, in front of random military people that I don't know. I hadn't cried like that in a while. I called my mother and let her know what was going on. Totally broken I dropped of the ex to his place and went home early... confident that all I wanted was for that day to end. But life has a funny way of kicking you while your down, because no more than ten minutes after I had gotten home, there was a knock on my door. My car was being repossessed. Like the title says... When it rains... It pours. I have since been trying to keep in touch with friends, but to no success, I guess sometimes...it's just over. Now we take our story to more recent events. A few days ago... Super Bowl Sunday to be exact, I noticed some bleeding. Somewhat concerned, but not worried I let my Aunt know what was going on. She assured me that that happens and as long as it stops... I'll be fine. So I didn't worry. I went on with my night, but the next day... Still bleeding. My Aunt was now concerned and we went to the ER. Daddy to be met us there and we stayed there for a good 5 hours. Daddy to be had to go cause he needed to be up early in the morning. I said fine. Then that's when all the fun began. I was then informed that I was good enough to go home. I said ok, and proceeded to get dressed. A nurse walked in right before I left and said very casually, "make sure you show this paper to your doctor. If will explain why you will most likely not carry to full term." I said excuse me... What exactly do you mean? She said ,"O... You have a 50% chance of a miscarriage" My heart dropped. I was alone in the hospital and I cried outside while waiting for my Aunt to pick me up. I was so depressed. So now I have been going through a series of tests and I feel like a human pin cushion. So now I wait... And I feel so alone, so alone. and that has been my past couple of months.