I’m tired beyond relief. I hate my job (well not all of it, just the parts where I’m assigned to stuff my title doesn’t cover). I miss my baby sooo bad I’m actually rethinking about continuing my day job. The only problem is I worry that I might not make enough by working at home.
So people ask don’t you have a boyfriend? I do and as much as I want to keep things private about me and David, people still ask. We don’t live together, a few knows about that. He’s not a bad guy, I know he’s trying to be a good father and boyfriend but his attitude and his family’s attitude always seems to be the problem. He hasn’t told anyone other than his father and brother and I am actually starting to hate the fact that his dad and brother don’t seem to care about us. Don’t they even ask about me and Fiona? Don’t they care that David actually has his own family now? They never showed up to see the baby when I gave birth, and I have no plans of inviting them to Fiona’s baptism. My baby’s christening is happening next month and where are they? Don’t they plan to help out? I’ve tried to keep things secret from my parents but it makes my mom angry at me. My baby’s needs are growing and everything else seems to be dying.
Love? David says he loves me but saying it just isn’t enough for me anymore.
I thought LOVE can melt the pain no matter how much pain you get… But I was wrong because now I know PAIN can destroy the love, no matter how great love is.
I’m still trying to keep things together no matter how hard it is.







