I felt like giving up. It was more like the whole world came crashing down on me. I i felt like i was right where i started and the very thought made me feel like screaming in agony. The thought incessant job hunts, scripted interviews which i attended with the flickering hope of being selected by a stroke of divine intervention or luck haunted my mind. Like seriously who gets dumped and fired on the same day???. "Vanessa, I think I'm pregnant" I said freaking out. "No freaking way, whose responsible Andrew or Desmond??".