With my daughter’s father not being there, my best friend wanted to make sure he was there for me and my daughter. Her father was a truck driver and never was around much but I believed in him and I believed in our relationship. I felt after we had been together a few months, the relationship we had was strong. I was sadly mistaken, he just kind of disappeared suddenly. I didn’t hear from for days that turned into weeks and I couldn’t get in touch with him. I was worried and scared something happened to him until I found out he was fine. He was with another woman and had just decided to move on.
I never tried to contact the father to tell him I was pregnant. I didn’t feel like he deserved to know if he didn’t feel I deserved to know he wanted to be with someone else. However he found out I was pregnant and showed up at our house one night. I was asleep so I didn’t speak with him but my sister did. My sister told me the next day about his visit. She said she told him I was asleep but he asked to come in anyway so she let him in. She said he just sat there for the longest until he asked her if she would wake me up and she told him no(lol). She said he just kept sitting there waiting until he finally decided to leave. He asked her to tell me he stopped by and to call him. I still laugh at her.
I eventually ended meeting with him at our house along with my mom. He has never forgotten that meeting. There’s not a lot that has to be said except when my mom finished speaking her mind I didn’t say much because he was sitting there looking like a choir boy on Sunday morning on the front pew(Lol). We did try to work things out after that but it didn’t last long needless to say.
My baby girl was still blessed with so much love. My best friend was always there, he made sure he came to check on us every day. Through every morning sickness, every emotional day, every craving, every single day until he became ill and died. I was so devastated and grief stricken I didn’t do well for a while.
To try and ease my mind and my grief my sister would make me go walking. She told me she read that it helped with the deliver if you’re active. Heck she did more reading and researching than I did. She talked to my stomach every day or she had to do something to get the baby moving around. I believe she marked my baby on purpose. The closer I got to my due date the more terrified I became. The more excited she became.
Stay tuned for what happened next Ch4
A BRAND NEW KIND OF ME