The easy way to give up on me
Philip’s enthusiasm for my pregnancy remained unchanged over time.
He seemed to feel a kind of disgust at the changes in my body, which pregnancy had been altering.
His offensive witty remarks became more and more frequent, then he never failed to take me to the doctor, and finally his concern and his sympathy ended up in the waiting room.
My pregnancy was a train of days of strong emotional fragility to a much greater extent than I had ever been on usual situations.
I wished that things had improved between Philip and me, since I wanted to convince myself that I was making the right choice; as soon as I knew about the baby, I gave up on Peter, saying to him, as tears choked me, that I could not date him any longer.
Giving up on him and his attentions hu
