Chapter 2: Loose Stool and Lost Faith

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It's 2019 and I am living my best life with Phelan. I was thinking about what it would be like if we got married! We talked and talked and talked about it for ages. He never proposed to me until the day that the biggest news of my life struck in 2021.

I was pregnant. I was about to have Baby Micucci. Or so I thought. When I broke the news to Phelan, he cried tears of joy... or were they? We found out that it was a girl and we were gonna name her Herryn. Herryn Micucci.

Days later, we got married.

One night, Phelan was acting suspicious. And it was totally weird and I was like... what's going on? So, Phelan goes into the shower and leaves his phone on our IKEA nightstand. His phone goes off. It's a text from a girl named Annie Position. He texted her "do that thing be sh!tying baby girl?" And her response was "only for you, Phelan". I was devastated. Had he found someone who also had IBS? I was intrigued but also depressed.

I confronted him about it and he said it was nothing. It wasn't nothing. He was cheating on me with Annie. She didn't even have IBS. She lied.

Days later, I felt my stomach rumble. I thought "the baby is coming". I went to my tub because I was home alone and couldn't find my phone. I freaked out. It was a false alarm. But I found my phone and called 911. An ambulance came and got me and took me to the hospital. The doctor told me something that I never heard in my life... I had been backed up so much that my stomach became pregnant with poop. I ended up taking a dump on my hospital bed. There was no baby. I let out the biggest sigh of relief. I wasn't having that cheating, constipated man's baby.

God bless.

The doctor was absolutely stunning and he asked me for my number. And we became instant lovers.

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