Pretending

Pretending

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After the period where Krista had to watch her parent’s divorce, she started facing threats by no other than her mother's new drunk boyfriend. Struggling to keep the secret burdened, guilt starts building up with her. She could tell no one. Not even her laughing boyfriend. Whether she lives or dies is a question she asks herself every day, especially when a little pink plus results in another immense problem. How can she cope with a new growing life inside her while experiencing the loss of one of the most precious people in her life? No one had any answers for her doubts and problems. She just had to keep living on and pretending that that Man never existed in her life.
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He always assumes I want money. That money can replace my desire for a mother, for a female figure who will guide me through the darkness. All he can provide is money. He assumes that because I use the money, that I'm happy, that I don't spend night hunched over my toilet bowl physically sick to my stomach with the guilt of killing my mother. He assumes that because I have friends, that the smile on my face is genuine. That because I smile and confidently stride out of my room in a bikini, that I love myself and the way I look. He assumes everything about me, because he doesn't know me. I'm his daughter, and with the simple fact, he assumes that by just looking at me he knows my every thought. Does he know of the blood I spill when I have no other method of coping? Does he know of the times I sit and ponder about what it would be like to go through death? Does he know that when he leaves for work, I cry myself to sleep and wish for a mother? Does he know that I could care less about him? I hate him. But he loves me. Does he know, that through all this mess, I just want a mother. Because according to Disney, mother knows best?

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