her truth

always alone

With the help of her family and Diego's, they were able to bring in all of there belongings for Sandra to be left in the living room while Diego was at work to be sitting on the edge of the red couch to be eyeing about at all the boxes to sign.
Diego told Sandra to have everything un packed by the time he got home.
Sandra took in a deep breathe to then get up to place a hand to her extending stomach to then go to a box to stay to unpack without Diego's help at all.
Later that night, Sandra was to the mattress, given they didn't have a bed frame quite yet, to be making a face has it was getting really late.
Sandra then got up to start to pace, this wasn't like Diego, him staying out this late after work.
Stopping to the hallway, Sandra hung her head to place her hands to her stomach to eye the action.
Guess these are what they call pregnancy hormones and brain...... However I wouldn't put it past Diego to cheat on me.... Already has with his first wife and....
Sandra groaned to pace again to then get her phone has it was getting really late and she didn't have a clue to where Diego was.
Sandra went to the window to move the curtain to eye about to make a face, Diego wasn't answering his phone.
Sandra took her phone away to continue to eye about, to then let the curtain fall to then place her back to the wall to look forward.
What is taking Diego so long? This is not at all like him. Not answering his phone..... Being so very late to coming home..... What is going on?
Sandra then turned back to move the curtain to see Diego come to the back yard in his car for her to move back to the mattress to lay down to her side with a face.
Diego came about to go straight to the bathroom to then come in to stumble a bit to go straight to the other side to lay to his back, Sandra turned a bit to look over him..
"So....."
Diego shuffled about to then lay to his other side.
"Long Day at work."
"You are very late."
"Well I need to make money right? To be able to support you and the baby?"
"Mm..... But Diego your works not even...."
"Sandra..... I'm really tired. Let's go to bed."
Sandra looked over Diego to then turn her head the other side to eye over the wall with a sullen face.
She then took a deep breathe to close her eyes to go back to bed.
The next day, Diego slept all day long to get up an hour before work, to then be in the kitchen to eye over Sandra who was doing the dishes, Sandra eventually looked to him.
"What?"
"Where's my lunch?"
"Well....I wanted to talk to you about that. You never eat my lunches and I don't want to keep....."
"I told you I don't have a microwave at work."
"Okay..... So why do you want me to waste food for your lunches?"
"Because I'm hungry. I bust my ass for you and you can't even make me lunch?"
Sandra looked over Diego who turned to then start to leave.
"My mom would."
Sandra rolled her eyes to then look to the sink.
Well I'm not your mother.
Sandra signed to do the last of the dishes to then make Diego a lunch knowing he was not going to eat it, the two spent the rest of the time without talking, for him to leave.
Sandra stayed to the house to unpack to spend most of her time in the house that was disgusting no matter how much she cleaned to be sitting to the floor with a face to be placing on coconut lotion to her stomach to be bored out of her mind.
Diego was starting to take Sandra's car again so she couldn't leave and Sandras sister's were all busy and Sandra didn't have any friends that would come and get her and drop her off.
Sandra then pulled up her pants to then wobble up to start to move about, she then looked to get bfs dog to eye over him with a smile, the two then went about for a walk so Sandra could get some exercise and she wanted to get out of that house.
Sandra really didn't like anything about it, it was small, it smelled, there was no garbage disposal, it was hard to clean at times and since it was a brick house it was very hot inside.
Going for a short ish walk, Sandra then turned to go back to the house to get something to eat for the dog and to drink to then look out the window to feel so very alone.
Diego was going to work later and later, he never texted or called anymore, also when they were together he was very distant.
Sandra signed to then go about to head to the red couch to then lay to her side to eye over the wall to then slowly fall asleep, waking up, Sandra groaned has she laid on her middle finger to where it stuck and there wasn't anything she could do to bend it, Sandra started to get very scared to then be able to bend her finger while she was in the bathroom to then go about to head to the bedroom to then lay to get side to the mattress to have her hand to her stomach to be caressing to have her phone up to sign has she looked to the time.
She then placed her phone down to go to her back to eye over the ceiling with a very hard face.
Your job isn't even open this late...... What are you doing? Why won't you communicate with me?
Sandras chin started to quiver for her to go back to her side to cry herself to sleep has this was becoming a almost every day thing.