Ruby
A pool of ketchup floods the chicken.
I take the piece and chew it slowly, staring at the TV. Some stupid show is running on screen but I'm not watching it. My head is drowned in a sea of thoughts.
"When you are stressed, the baby is stressed." My therapist said. "You should stop overthinking. It's not good for the baby."
That's so easy for her to say when she's not in my head. And she's not in my heels. She doesn't know that my life has completely fallen apart. She doesn't know that I lost the love of my life. She doesn't know that I lost Julia Rome. She doesn't know that for the first time in a long time, I feel alone. So alone. Stuck on the couch in my lonely and lousy apartment. Ofcourse I didn't tell her. How could I tell her that I killed the big brother of my baby's father?
