*𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞*
Day 1
I laid in bed all day crying my heart out. To think that I was nothing but good to him and he'd do this to me. I changed my ways for him, I moved out of my dads house for him, I was there for him when no one else was. All that for it to be spit back in my face with no regards towards my feelings what so ever.
Day 2
I sat in my bathtub draining out my thoughts with my soft cry of sorrow and distress. Every bit of that relationship was just to good to be true. Like maybe I'm to ugly and he wanted better. Maybe he was just tired of sleeping with the same female over and over. Maybe he was just tired of me. I'm just not enough.
Day 3
I bet he only wanted me to move down here to be closer to them hoes, to the hoes he know. He probably never loved me anyways, just filled my head with lies and stories cause a fantasy is just a simple fantasy. It's really just fuck him, although I miss him. I miss his touch, his smell, and his love. All in all I just miss my baby, my dawg, and my bestfriend all in one.
Day 4
If only I would've did it every single night he wouldn't have went and got it from someone else. Maybe I'm the problem. I was just so wrapped up in getting our house together, my baby, making money, the new opportunities that were coming in back to back. He probably just wanted me wrapped around his finger.
Day 5
I sat at the island as I twirled my promise ring around my finger, thinking about all the great times we had. He promised me, yet here we are. I put the ring down and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. I wrote down all the good and bad times we've had. The good simply outweighed the bad which brings me more depression.
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3 weeks later
Im getting better, but not once have I left out of my condo. The purpose for having it in the first place is for times like this. Having it helps me get away. No one knows about it and I don't intend on telling anyone. It's just me.
Getting out of the bed I slowly moped to the bathroom. I'm just not feeling anything really.
Sorrow filled every part of my distressed body. I did my hygiene and put on more clothes for my doctors appointment. Looking at my belly in the mirror it's getting bigger by the day.
I grabbed my purse and keys. I locked the door and took the elevator down. I'm dressed pretty bummy today. I just put on a Hoodie, Nike joggers, and slides for the fit today.
Doctors
"You seem kind of stressed what's wrong?" Mrs. Wallace leaned back on the counter.
"I-umm, I just went through a terrible break up" I sighed as the tears fell down my face.
"You know how it goes, he was my bestfriend. Never in a million years would I have imagined he'd do what he did to me. It hurt me"
"Sometimes people change, but you can't let that change you" she handed me a tissue before hugging me tightly.
"To cheer you up let's see the baby" she said. I laid back and pulled my shirt up.
