Never ask if things could get worse. I guarantee they always will. I thought Anthony breaking up with me could be the worst thing that could ever happen to me. I was wrong. Things have gotten worse…way worse.
I have tried to call Anthony to let him know that I need to talk to him. He isn’t answering my calls.
When the phone calls didn’t work, I tried to text him. I am beginning to think he has blocked my number.
My dad wants to kill him. I can understand that. I do also at times. Most of the time though, I just want him to tell me that everything is back how it used to be and we can be happy again.
My mom has been my best friend through this. She has been there when I’ve cried and has never been short on hugs when I needed them.
Sometimes I think she is actually happy and excited about what is about to happen with our family. While Dad just yells and complains about it, mom keeps saying that things will be alright and we will get through it together. I don’t know what I would do without her.
The only thing she does that really bothers me is her constant need to touch my belly. It is a bit annoying, but since she is being so sweet about all of this, I don’t say much.
I just hope she still feels that way after the middle of the night diaper changes and bottles. I am glad to have her support. I don’t think I could do this by myself.