I guess life comes with complications. Complications are a part of life. I just don’t understand how things could be this complicated. I mean, 1 year later I was single. That one year was the worst year of my life. But one thing did happen. For 9 months I had a baby in my stomach. An alive baby. For six months now, I have walked around with a baby in hand, She wasn’t just a baby though, She was a little girl, a beautiful girl named Bella. But the bad thing to that is that she has to grow up without a dad. I know who her dad is. But how can I trust him enough to tell him about the baby. But I know that as Bella gets older, I will be forced to trust him. Because I don’t want her living a lie like I did.