Breaking

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It's been five days since I discovered my pregnancy.  A real tsunami!  I haven't notified anyone yet.  Only Joana and Frédérique know it!  I prefer to tell Elliot before the others.

I don't know how to tell him the news.  No matter how much I turn the speech in my head and in all directions, I can't find any solutions.  To this is added his reaction.  How will he behave at this announcement?
Myself, I don't know if this is good news or bad news.  What can this pregnancy bring me?  How will I reconcile my pregnancy and my work?  And after, with the baby, what will happen?  By dint of ruminating, I will go crazy.  I grab my notepad.  When I have dark thoughts, I like to write down whatever comes to mind.  It clears my head and my ideas are clearer.

Almost an hour later, I react!  What do I do ?  I shouldn't be here asking myself a thousand questions!
I decide to go unexpectedly to Elliot's.  I have a one in two chance that he will be at home, so try!  I can no longer stand by and do nothing.  He has to take his responsibilities just like me.  I didn't make this baby on my own.  He must help me!

As I get out of the car, I look up at the window.  The living room light is on.  Great !  I will be able to tell him the news and we will discuss together to find a solution to this problem.
I press the intercom several times but it takes a long time to answer me.  He's probably in the shower.  I insist until he reacts.

Behind her voice, I think I hear a woman's voice that I don't know.  He is surprised by my visit and seems very upset.  He finds excuses not to open up and let me in.  I dream !  He's kidding me!  I persist until the end!  He must open up to me!  I have to talk to him!  I still hear that voice behind him.  This time, I can clearly see what she is saying to him.  He obeys her and opens the door.  Who is this bitch?

I go up the stairs four by four.  I am overwhelmed by his behavior.  I understand he wants to be alone with this girl.  I am not stupid.  A mistress, that idiot has a mistress!  I'm going to kill him !
Alright, ok!  I also kissed Thelma.  But it's not the same!  I don't sleep with her.  I limit myself to dating and flirting.

I press the doorbell without removing my finger from it.  I fully intend that his neighbors hear him, I am going to shame him, this asshole!  When he opens the door, I push him violently, my hands pressed against his chest.  I enter the apartment without waiting for his authorization.
His bitch is sitting on the couch.  She even offers me a drink.  This is delirium!  But who does she think she is, does she think she is at home?

- Explain to me, who is she?
- First of all, you must calm down!

Calm me down !  The girl is only wearing one of her t-shirts on her back.  You can see she put it in a hurry before I arrived!  And he wants me to calm down!

- She's clearing!
- It's not up to you to decide who stays or who goes, it's at my place here!  It's me who decides, and she stays!

She dares to speak to me.

- I'm Gladys!

But I don't care what her name is!

- I need to talk to you.  Its very important !
- You can speak in front of her.  I'm not hiding anything from him.
- But to me, yes!

He blows !

- Ok, you're right, I owe you the truth!  With Gladys, we've seen each other for about eight months!  But you're never there!
- Oh I see !  It's my fault you're cheating on me.  I just have to stop working.  It would be so much easier!  Wait a minute !  What about your marriage proposal in front of my family?
- I confess!  I feel guilty !  I thought if you agreed to marry me everything would be fine.  I would realize that you are made for me and that Gladys is just a passing adventure.  But you refused, so the situation has to change!

I swallow my dignity!

- We really need to talk.  She has to go.

Madame has the decency to retire to the bedroom.

- I don't know how to tell you.  So I'll get right to the point.  I am pregnant !

He remains speechless!

- Say something !
- Are you sure ?
- I took a blood test to confirm the pregnancy.
- How many weeks?
- Apparently four!
- What are you going to do ?
- How come, what am I going to do?  What are we going to do ?
- No, no, no, don't count on me!  I don't want to hear about it!  It's your problem, not mine!

Not his problem!  He takes me for an idiot.

- It's not your problem !!! Of course it is!  I did not do this alone this child.  In case, you are not, a child is two.  You don't remember, on that coffee table.  You were there, it seems to me!
- It's your child, not mine!
- I need you, this child needs you.  He needs a father.
- I'm not his father and never will be!  You get rid of it and the problem is solved.

I am flabbergasted!  He speaks of his child as common rubbish.

- Are you asking me to have an abortion?
- Don't tell me you wanted it, I don't believe you!
- No, but now he's here, it's a fact!  We must take our responsibilities towards this child!
- I repeat, without me!  You want to keep it, fine!  But leave me out of it all!  Gladys is moving in, I have a new life that begins without you and this kid.  Don't ruin everything, please go away!

He points to the door with his hand.  I want to cry but there is no way I will give him this pleasure.  A mixture of hatred and helplessness seizes me!  What selfish!  I thought I knew him.  I realize he made fun of me.  I got screwed all the way.  What a comedian!  He was playing my mother's booty.  He made me believe he loved me and at the first obstacle he ran away!  He's an immature kid with no balls.
I speak to Gladys through the bedroom door.

- Good luck with that asshole!

I would discover a few months later that Gladys vanished into the wild, the very day we broke up.

I'm hurtling down the stairs!  Tears are running down my cheeks.  I leave the building and cross the road to join the car.  Halfway, I stop and look back at her window.  I start screaming, stifled in my sobs!

- BASTARD ! BASTARD !

I slam the door to break my eardrums.  I hit the steering wheel several times.  I take a deep breath and I cry out through the night until more breath.  I burst into tears!  I put my hand on my stomach.

- From now on, it's just you and me!

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