Backstory

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Hi, I'm Valerie. When I was 21, I got married to a man, 22 years old, named Alexander. He was a bit sketchy, but very manly and such a gentleman.
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At 23, I took a pregnancy test. It was positive! I was so excited, though I had no idea what there was to come...

I ran downstairs, told Alexander everything, but something I did not know, was that he HATED children. Why do I not know? He never told me. And what were the consequences? Well the next morning, I went to the kitchen to get coffee but... I see a note on the counter, right on top of a divorce paper.
"Dear Valerie, You are pregnant, therefor, I am divorcing you. We never planned on having children. I left, just sign the paper and mail it I don't know. Love you, not."
My eyes started to tear up. I needed to talk to someone. My parents died in a car crash, I'm an only child and I really have no close family. The only person I could think of that I trust and that I could talk to, was my best friend, Leo. I texted him as fast as I could. He usually sleeps in, and I knew that. Seeing as he would still be sleeping, I spammed to burst his phone up with notifications until he would wake up. I called him a few times as well, and he finally texted back. I told him everything. He was very understanding and promised he would look after the baby when I go to work, would get groceries, let me nap, etc. He even said he would ACTUALLY get up early for me! Might not be so surprising for you, but trust me, that's amazing.

9 months later, I give birth to a beautiful baby boy, who I named Benjamin. He has my ginger coloured hair, big green eyes and a wonderful smile. Now, 4 years later, I work as a lawyer. Leo takes care of my Benji as promised, and I bring home a small present to my son each week. It's hard not seeing my child as much as I would like to, but I trust Leo to raise him well.

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