24 year old Kendia Brown's life has always been great, even through the miniature of bad times she's stumbled upon, still and hardly ever she complains. Who would when life's mostly great?
Being a mother of a 7 year old Liam Davis Jr. Kendia has he...
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Today I wasn't in the mood to wake up early for work so instead this time I called in sick and it is required of me to bring in a sick slip when I get back. But while I'm not really sick to the bone, I am feeling a bit sick, you know, being pregnant and all.
I forbid you to think that this is something that I would normally do. It's just that I'm not in the right frame of mind to teach after the day I had yesterday plus my eye is still bruised.
Looking at the calendar, it's Thursday 11th June. That means it's only one more week left until the Summer break. I can't wait! I'm in need of one, a break that is.
Also in a few weeks it'll be Liam Jr's 8th birthday party. I remind myself to make the invites so that his friends can give it to their parents.
Ice cream- check! Bag of chips- check! Juice- check! Ordered Box of pizza- check!
Oh, no this isn't for the party, it's for me actually. I'm feeling really sorry for myself and I wanna throw myself a pity party. And no, I won't blame it on my miserable life for eating all this junk. I'll just use pregnancy as an excuse. It's valid enough I believe.
Speaking of pregnancy. Since Liam decided that he would pick up Lj for school this morning, I made an attempt to talk to him about the situation but he shrugged me off and said that I needed to find my baby daddy because the babies aren't his. After our conversation he sped off with Lj in the car.
I found that there was no point in talking to him anymore about the situation since he said that these weren't his. Today I decided to take things into my own hands by making an appointment sometime this evening or this week to the clinic, according to how I'm feeling.
After having the girls and Perez over this morning, I filled them in on the events of my life since they weren't able to make it yesterday. They weren't in shock of course, but they didn't say, "I told you so" either, and I'm so very grateful for my friends.
Perez said that he's happy for me and he says we need to celebrate all of us being single by going to a concert that's being held round the summer break. I said that I'll think about it. Which actually meant No.
Aria seemed oddly quiet ever since I told them about me and Liam's breakup. Usually she would be the one to cheer everyone up, but I'm assuming that she's going through something with the mysterious boyfriend she has yet to introduce us to. She keeps making up excuses saying that she wants to make sure he's the one or some crap. But whatever it is, if it's not that, I hope she knows that we are here for her whenever she's ready to talk, because us girls and Perez, were family. Blood or not.
Dreya said and I quote, "thank goodness you didn't get married."
I did have a good laugh at that but behind that laughter was a mixture of sadness. I'm still hurt, which is expected because it's of course a fresh wound. As much as I would want it to, wounds don't heal in one day.
