2 O'clock AM

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I am going to be a dad in a little under three months if everything goes as planned. I let out a soft puff of laughter. Planned. None of this was planned.
We bought a crib last week. I can see it's shadow in the corner of my room to the right. That's where my gaming chair use to be. I had to get rid of that. I always hear parents talking about how you have to sacrifice for your kids. I never thought it was true. I mean, parents always seem so happy. Well, from the outside anyway. It doesn't seem like they've had to give up much of anything. They all still work. There's lots of moms and dads that still go to the gym and spend time with each other. Parents still have friends even though they have a kid to look after.

I didn't get it. I'm starting to, though. I wish I wasn't. Cameron doesn't have the same friends anymore so I know she understands the sacrificing roll already. My friends would probably still be my friends right now but I'm pretty sure I changed too much for them. I clench my teeth thinking about it.

My best-friend told me that I had turned into someone else. That I wasn't the same person anymore. Have I changed so much that he has the right to say I'm a completely different person? Maybe I have. It's probably why I'm not interested in anything anymore. I don't even seem to care that my friends think I'm I jerk now. They're jerks for not understanding my situation.

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