One of the top priorities on my long list was to do a food shop. I couldn't leave Alice on her own so I took her with me. When I got to Walmart, I had to try and balance my baby on my hip while pushing a trolley. After I collected everything I needed for the next week, I made my way to checkouts. I joined a que but when I reached the cashier I wished I joined another line.Any line. I would of rather of been served by a serial killer than who was behind the counter I was on. Nathan. "Oh hello," Nathan stammered. I ignored him. "The least you can bloody do is talk to me!" He said in an agitated tone of voice. This angered me so I had to tell him what I thought. I'd regret it otherwise. "The least I can do?! You were the one that dumped me to look after our baby for the last two years! And I've has to fund her on my own. You knew my parents didn't support me! So for your information I think it's the least you can do to not speak to me!"
Nathan went bright red. I felt reasonably satisfied though. He shouldn't of left me. "I'm so sorry" he said sadly.
"It's a bit late now," I mumbled. After reluctantly handing him the $78.92, I left the shop with a weight off my shoulders. At least he knew that he put me through hell. I don't know how he thought a sorry would fix anything. That's the thing with men, or should I say boys, they don't know how to make things up to you. By the time I felt a tiny bit guilty, I was already home and putting Alice to sleep when my letterbox opened. I walked out to look and there was an envolope. Inside it read; "I'm sorry, here's $300 to make up for it. Spend it on you, Alice and note or anything just I hope you know how sorry I am. What about talking about it over dinner tomorrow night? Arranged a babysitter already. She'll be at yours at 6:45 and by 7 you'll be at Kiens Italian Restraunt. Okay? See you then,
Nathan. xx"
I was shocked yet pleased and there was $300 attached and a dinner tomorrow. But I'll be careful. I don't want him walking out on me again...
