"How far along are you?"
The fact that this would be the first time he has ever said anything to me since the fight makes me stop drinking my water as I put down the glass on the hard surface in front of me, finally taking the whole view of the man I didn't share the bed with last night. Instead, I cried like a pathetic human being on the couch while talking to my best friends.
Well, just two more nights then he can relieve his duty to Kimmie since she's wrapping up her work to be here with me until delivery.
As of last night's video call, I'm instructed to engage with my psychologist first thing in the morning because according to her, "This is a cry for help, exactly like five years ago. Call her, set an appointment, talk to her before you become suicidal again, because once you go th
