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🦋Olivia Renee Hayes🦋
Friday, October 15, 2020
It's been around two months and Stokeley and I have been getting pretty close. We're into each other but I told him I wanted to take things slow.
This isn't just some high school relationship for me, I'm to the point where I want a future with the next man I date. I don't have time for the games I have a baby to think about. I have myself to think about.
But I don't think he's playing with me. I think he really does care about me and my baby, although I wish I knew why.
He's been helping me a lot with taking me to different appointments and he even helped me put together some furniture for my apartment.
I finally got a couch for my living room. And that was my biggest flex at the moment.
Today is also my last day of high school. I'm walking across the stage in one hour. And I couldn't wait for it to be over.
High school was amazing, up until junior year when my mom met her new boyfriend, Andrew. That man terrorized me and traumatized me.
I can't even be around men without immediately thinking they want to fuck me or hurt me. I hate it. I can't trust anyone.
"Girl you're not wearing that!" Madison smacked her lips.
I looked down at my maternity jeans and white T-shirt, "what's wrong with it? It's comfortable."
"It's your high school graduation, put on a dress and some heels," she explained. "Cute not comfortable, especially for these types of events."
"I'm almost seven months pregnant, I don't want to wear heels," I groaned.
"Just put them on for pictures and wear your sandals," she explained.
I sighed and rolled my eyes, "why do I even have to dress up? It's not like anyones going to be there for me."
"I'm going to be there. And Mr. Brown, and Stokeley."
"Oh wow that's great, but what about my family?" I sighed.
"I thought we already talked about this. You need to let them go they don't care about you," Madison told me.
"I know that but it doesn't make it hurt any less," I explained.
I took my clothes and walked back into my closet, exchanging them for a plain white body fitted tank top dress.
