Hello, my name is A, mid-twenties, academe loafer, a mom a…n…d ever since the division committing suicide has hit my mind severally.
Yea, I did lie sometimes, most times, I guess but deep, deep down, I still loved him. Like there’s this one time I cheated on him with my best friend (
yeah, my best friend was male). We was high on drugs playing Truth or Dare, one thing led to another and before we realised, I was on my worst walk of shame to my unpretentious bedsitter. It took a heck of an acting not to raise suspension.
But no, that’s not the cause of the space out. It was much shoddier, I
ƒ∩⊃Κ∃Ð up! Forbidden berry was saccharine, in fact got syrupy with time until it befitted a wont and before buzzes could scope my partner, it was too late. I was two week pregnant and my best friend who also happened to be my classmate was the father. Damn! I’ve messed my life to higher extents but girl, I didn’t see this coming.
He was good at it, the styles, positions, you can name them but he ruined my future. I lost a working man for a student and my scholarship too. The dad is a dead bit and in his final year while I’m here seated in an emotional social group sharing one of my most embarrassing desolation to you guys.