Notebook entry #1

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October 19th, 2015

It's been about 4 years with my boyfriend Charles. He has been with me since the day I got into a car accident. I found out that because of that car accident, I couldn't have any children and if we did I wouldn't be able to carry it to full term and the child will have issues and most likely live to 3 months. 

So when I took a pregnancy test and it came out positive, I felt happy but awful. I would only have a few months of life with this child. I didn't want to tell Charles just yet, I wish I told him then. I walked out of the bathroom of Charles's apartment in Chicago, IL. I knew he didn't want a child, he told me every day. I got ready for work and just tried to forget about it, I couldn't get rid of the bruise on my cheek with makeup, so I put my hair over it. I knew everyone would worry and I don't understand why people would worry about a great relationship. 

I work as a receptionist at a law firm, and Charles worked as a lawyer at the same place. Ironic isn't it, an abusive lawyer boyfriend. The irony of it makes me giggle a little, but then I remember who the victim of his crime is. Me. I have spent countless days waking up with cuts and bruises from the night before. Some were easy to cover up, others I made excuses. I knew people would believe the polite generous receptionist that give people a cupcake for their birthday. I figured out a way to tell Charles I was pregnant without him getting angry. It took a while, but I thought I should get a sonogram to show him. I book an appointment for tomorrow, I'm excited to see if the child will live past three months. I'll be happy if I at least get to hold him in my arms for a few days even. 

I got to figure out a different place to hide this notebook, he might find it. 

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