I remember the pain, the pushing, the screaming. I remember holding my mothers hand, squeezing for dear life. Praying she'd rip this thing out of me. Get it out.
Push. That's all they kept yelling until someone else was replacing my screams. Lungs just as powerful as mine. I had given life to life. Me? Average ole me. I didn't want this, did I?
I carried, alone.
I grew, alone.
I pushed, alone.
But I didn't conceive this baby alone but I had to go through everything by myself. Zach divorced me before I could even tell him about a baby. I should've reached out to him, to Joe. To somebody. I was so afraid and now I have this baby boy with the bluest eyes and the sweetest heart. Alone.
Its bittersweet but now? I'm starting to hate the aftertaste.
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The Aftertaste
RomanceDanielle has been running from love since she was 17. Her parents marriage failed, her love life was snatched from her and just when she thought she'd found someone: He was just as deceiving. What happens when you run from the only person who actua...
