The last person I had expected to see at my door step on a hot Saturday afternoon, one week later, was Sam. He had called two days back but I missed the call because my phone was on silent mode from when I had a board meeting with the company’s top executives.
Mixed emotions flooded through me, at the sight of him. Joy for seeing him again and anger for him giving up on me when I needed him most. In the past few weeks, I had scolded myself over a million times for expecting so much from him. I went over the whole situation and realized very few men would stick with a lady under those circumstances. How on earth did I expect him to take responsibility for a pregnancy he knew nothing of? Yes, Sam was a nice guy, but expecting that of him would be asking for too much, so I had resigned to my
