Get it Right.

Part 6

Chapter Eighteen: Reality Check.
Part Two: Eliza's Perspective.

In the months since Grace left, I haven't heard from her much. I've seen her one time and that was when Liam and I went to Arizona to see if we could convince her to come back home. I haven't really hard from her since. I still consider her my best friend and I knew that would never change – at least for me. I miss her to be perfectly honest. She left and shit hit the fan. Liam doesn't talk to any of his friends anymore. He looks like he's on drugs – his skin is always sweaty and clammy – like he's sick all the time. He's temperamental – more than what he already was. And he practically lives with this guy named Sam or something. Matt doesn't even know who he is anymore. And I don't either. Grace's mom cried the entire flight out to Arizona because she felt so badly about what had happened to Grace. It's bullshit, if you ask me, I don't think that woman ever had or has a maternal instinct in her body. No one's seen her since. She stopped her practice. She stopped teaching. She stopped holding the bi – weekly Parents Meeting. I don't even know why I'm giving updates like I actually care about the woman. I don't. I saw her differently and treated her as such the moment I found out she was damn near beating Grace to death. If that makes me a horrible person then so be it. I won't ever tolerate someone hurting a person I love.

"Liz!" Matt shook me and snapped his fingers in front of my eyes and I regained my surroundings. We were at the park and we were trying to end this relationship on the best of ways. But how could we? I'm seven months pregnant with his child and we decided to give our baby up for adoption. We broke up because he doesn't know if he can handle being at my side through the birth and the giving away of our child. He doesn't think he can handle it. I don't think I can handle it either and I'm fucking terrified but I'm still going to go through with it.

"Sorry. What did you say?" I asked him again. He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. "I said that I think it's best if we just stop trying to force this breakup to seem like it's amicable. It's not. I broke up with you because I can't do this anymore,"

I cut him off. "It's my child too. And I this is hard for me too. You aren't alone in your feelings and it's okay to be scared,"

"I'M NOT SCARED. I don't want to be with you anymore," He looked infuriated.

"Because you're scared. Don't play me for stupid, Matt. I know you. You're running away from me because,"

"Because you're delusional."

"And you've slept with my delusional ass for the last three years."

"Because you have a world class vagina. Don't kid yourself. I'm not breaking up with you because I dislike you or anything to do with the baby. I'm breaking up with you because ever since you told me you were pregnant, I realized that I didn't love you. Because had we decided to keep the baby, I would have silently died every day because we aren't meant for one another." He said in one breath. 

"Who are you?" I asked him.

"Tired. And mad at myself for letting this relationship go this far when you know you deserve someone better. And I do too,"

"Do you have anything else to say?" I asked him. What he said didn't hurt my feelings. I know I'm great in bed. I know. I know that he stopped being in love with me. I know. I guess I just thought that I could love him back into loving me. But I know that I was wrong for that. Because once someone decides that they don't love you anymore, that's it. You cannot ever make them love you again.

"Is that what you really think of me?" I asked him. He looked at me in the eyes and he had his serious face on so I knew that he was going to give me a truthful answer.