Luckyhorsehoe07

I wake in the middle of the night engulfed in a blanket of warmth and a pair of arms wrapped around me. I hadn't felt so comfortable in months, usually I'd be up most of the night tossing and turning trying to get comfy. But tonight I felt relaxed and completely at ease. Smiling, I shut my eyes a let sleep take over me once again. I don't wake again until late in the morning. The morning sunlight crept through the curtains, lighting up the room dimly. A yawn escaped me and I slowly sit up, the duvet falling off my shoulders and pooling in my lap. Where was Eric? He wouldn't just up right and leave without telling me.. would he? I then smile as I begin to hear whistling coming from the kitchen, the faint smell of bacon filling my nostrils. He was cooking breakfast, and my chest just exploded with warmth. I swing my legs over the bed, getting ready to stand then, I feel it. "Hgn.. Ow.." I hold my stomach at a pain. As much as I don't want it to be true but, I think that was a

I stare at myself in the mirror, tears rolling down my cheeks as I rest a hand on my large belly. I'm pregnant, heavily pregnant; I'm in my 3rd trimester now, 9 months along and ready to pop at any second, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what I was going to do with this baby, hell I didn't even know why I kept it; I'm no where near fit to be a parent! I have depression for fucks sake, I thought maybe keeping this kid would bring some joy to my life, but I came to realisation as the months went on that bringing a baby into this fucked up world was a bad idea, and the guilt was eating me alive. I'm a mess, I had nobody, and most importantly I'm a failure; the asshole who got me pregnant dumped me the moment I told him I was pregnant, not wanting anything to do with me or the child, my parents were dead, and I had no friends. Sure, there were co-workers at work, but I never talk to them, their a waste of time, plus they're bitchy girls that do nothing but... bitch. So it was