Six Years

Trying Again

After Michael left me. I had the baby on my own a few months later. The day I went into labor I called him. He had changed his number. I was alone. No ones hand to hold while I was in agonizing pain. No one to share the joy of our daughter being born. I held her in my arms and cried. She had his eyes and his hair. She didn't get my blue eyes or my red hair. Just his hair and eyes. I had a reminder of him fro the rest of my life. A blessing to have a child but a burden that it was his.

I few days after she was born I took her to the base where Michael worked and walked into the military police station. Many recognized me. There was a mixture of chatter and silence. Michael saw me and walked up to me. "Some nerve you have walking in here." I kept my head low and spoke soft. "Look at her please. She has your eyes and your hair." He only scoffed. "I want nothing to do with her. She isn't mine." I cried and walked away. A fellow cop walked up to me. Michael's best friend Grant. "Hey...let me help you with the baby." He took my daughter out of my arms and walked with me to my car. "Look. Michael told me what happened. I've known both of you for a long time. I know you never cheated on him. You're right. She has his eyes." I smiled. "He never believed me. He never will." Grant nodded. "You're right, but he'll come around soon. Just give it some time." I nodded. "Thank you." My daughter and I went home.

All I wanted was for him to come home. I needed my husband and she needed her father.