My heart ached at the last image of Michael before he left. His face wasn’t set in stone like it had been earlier, but his eyes were as expressionless as before. “If you need me, will you let me help?” he’d asked. Asked instead of demanded. But I'd banged the door in his face without offering him an answer. Would I have responded differently had he phrased it as a statement and not a question? Probably not.
I sent him a text telling him between us, our son wouldn't lack anything and I wouldn't keep him out of our lives if he wanted to be a part of us though co-parents is all we'd ever be, and we would share custody.
Three hours later I was in bed licking my ice cream spoon when my phone beeped.
‘cool. But I want to be a part of him even now during pregnancy, so let me be a part of every
