"s**t, are things really that bad?" I ask Lucy. How am I ever going to show my face again?
"Just keep your head down, and they'll get over it soon enough," my roommate tells me. "Who cares what they think, anyway? You're not the one who did anything wrong. They'll figure out you aren't pregnant when you don't pop out a baby nine months from now."
"I know, I just..." I shake my head. "I just hate that other people are talking about this. I hate it. It's hard enough without them."
"That's what wine is for - and what I'm here for. So go ahead - scream your head off. Cry your eyes out. I won't judge, I promise. In fact, I'll probably join in."
"You know what's funny?" I tell her. "I haven't cried a single drop since I found out. I'm pissed at him - so pissed that sometimes I can't even thi
