My stomach bile is burning as it slowly comes up my throat and into the toilet in front of me. I have been throwing up every morning the moment I get off my bed. Noah does his best to be there every time, but he’s not always here. Today, he has decided that I am moving in with him and I have no say in it. Of course, I pitched a fit when he first told me, but he meant well. I know it, just like I know I can’t live by myself with this baby.
I won’t make it.
He's been helping me pack and move things. In his demanding chivalrous way, he refuses to let me carry anything. He's been moving boxes slowly, but today he and some of his coworkers he got to help would be moving some of my bigger stuff up to his apartment and other things to a storage shed. Noah wants me to feel like his apartment i
