My Ex-Man

Chapter 34

I wanted everything Bryson was offering me. Just me and him but now it seem to be just too much for me to handle at the age of 26. Moving in together, two fucking kids and marriage. It all seemed so crazy to me and now I was starting to regret everything. I don't want the kids, I don't want a relationship, and I don't want Bryson. I just want to go back to the old ways, when I could go out with my friends do a little flirting and live my life to the fullest. I looked at Bryson.
"I love you but this is just too much."
"So what does this mean Kristy?"
"I don't know, I need time to myself."
"NO! I'm not having that. If you have some shit to say, I wanna hear it."
"I'm not ready for kids! I'm not ready for none of this."
"You wanted me right? Or am I delusional? You wanted to be with me, I do every fucking thing to please you. I introduce you to my fucking family bring you in my house to stay for almost a whole month. And now you just don't want everything you asked for."
"I didn't ask to get pregnant, and I didn't ask to get married. I love what we have and I didn't wanna lose you because of marriage not being an option for me."
"You think I got you pregnant on purpose, shit happens Kristy and you not getting rid of my babies."
"You can't tell me what to do with my body Bryson and I said I need time to think. So just leave."
He looks at me furious and shakes his head walking out the door. What the fuck did I get myself into. I did want this but not now. I run to the door to stop him and apologize but he's already gone. I think to myself maybe we just need a little time apart to think this through. Who am I to just give up on everything because I wasn't expecting to be pregnant? I got in bed and laid in the dark thinking to myself the whole night until I fell asleep. The next morning I called Bryson to talk to him about last night and apologize about everything I had said to him. I was wrong, and I believe that everything happens for a reason so if I'm pregnant I don't wanna be taking care of our kids alone with no father. The phone continues to ring till the voicemail came on. I thought to myself maybe he's mad at me I hope I didn't run him away from me forever. I hopped up out the bed, brushed my teeth and threw some sweats and a shirt on and headed to his house. When I got there his truck was gone so I grabbed the key that he hides under a flower pot and let myself in. I figured I'd just stay here until he came home so we could talk but it seemed like he was never coming home. The time passed and passed and I was just sitting there on the couch watching tv. I got up and fixed me some left overs and went back to the couch. After I ate I was so tired I decided to go lay down in his bed. I fell asleep and woke up at 4am and still no sign of Bryson. Where the fuck is he? He didn't even try to call me back. I picked up my phone and dialed his number.