Healing Broken Wounds.

Part 7: Moving In Together.

Mordecai was a month now and I loved having him around me but things were hard not having Josh around. He was always busy working and only visited once a week and I felt like I was alone. Things were becoming awkward between us, and we argued a lot. Our love for each other was starting to change and I felt like Mordecai was the reason. As much as I loved Josh, I loved my son even more and that fact that sometimes Josh made me feel like regretting his birth made me feel so guilty.We went from talking every night to hardly talking at all, telling each other I love you before we hung up the phone to just hanging up without even saying goodbye and things just felt as though it was falling apart. I decided that it was about time that I sat down and talked to Josh about everything.

We met in the park around noon and began talking things out. I told him how frustrated I was that he was barely around and that I was becoming tired of the arguments. It annoyed me that he had nothing to say to me and as much as I wanted to slap the daylight out of him, I kept my hands glued to my body. I told him I felt so cramped up staying with my parents and that I wanted to move in with him. It sounded like the best thing to do and that way he would be around Mordecai and I more. He disagreed with my idea first but I argued with him about it and he finally said yes,

Back at home, I told mum of my intentions to move out and she did not want me to go, neither did dad. They both thought I was too young and that I could not handle living on my own but I knew I was ready. I would be turning an adult within a some months and I felt like moving out with prepare me for adulthood and that's what I did. A month later, I gathered all my stuff up and i moved in with Josh. It didn't take long for us to get everything in order as I didn't have a load of stuff. Mordecai also seemed happier to be around his dad though living with Josh was difficult. He was never home most of the time and when he was he was always picking fights. Where did the man I fell in love with go? What did I do to him? How could he change? I felt so stressed. One evening he came home and saw me crying in the bathroom and it had been so long since he had held me that his warm hug felt so alien to me. He wiped the tears off my face and spoke of how sorry he was for mistreating me over the past month. A sense of relief came over me as I had been longing to hear him say that to me for quite a while.