by Charlotte Breems

Created on: September 01, 2008

Even When You Don't Need Me

Christi sat in the bathroom quiet and stunned. Fanning the thin white and pink plastic stick between her pointer and middle finger, she contemplated the result of the test she just took. The small oval window in the center of the stick was highlighted with a pink cross. It was the seventh test she had taken in less than a week, and she was unquestionably pregnant . Christi has spent six long, problematic years in a marriage that was slowly, but surly ending; and now at the climax of her and her husbands separation into divorce, she was pregnant. Three months pregnant to be exact. She had long since abandoned the ideal of a reconciliation with her husband, and mulled over how was she to deliver the news to him.

Christi had one child already, from a previous marriage, and times were had enough trying to keep her safe, well, and loved. How was she going to be able to welcome another child into the world. Her husband had loved her daughter, taking care of her like she was his own since she was two years old. However, as soon as Christi and her husband decided to divorce, he began to see less and less of her daughter. Nearly a month had gone by and he failed to call or visit her. Divorce is hard enough to explain to a child, and only becomes more convoluted once she added in the sudden abandonment.
Christi recalled a conversation she had with her daughter, while she sat outside waiting for her husband who usually came on Wednesday evenings to take her daughter to dinner, or a movie, or some activity.
"Is he coming today?" Her daughter asked with eyes wide and bright a rising sun. "Its getting real late mommy, did you call him and tell him I'm here waiting? Maybe he doesn't know I'm here waiting."
But there was nothing Christi could do she had called him several times, he never answered , just forwarded the calls straight to voice mail.
"Maybe he's busy love, come inside and let watch some TV." She answered pleadingly, hoping she would do as told with no fuss.
"No Mommy I gonna wait, he'll come he always comes." Her daughter crouched down and shuffled herself onto the porch stoop, waiting patiently for her daddy's arrival.
To Christi's daughter he was her daddy, she had always called him daddy, and he was the only daddy she'd known, But he never showed and from then on rarely ever showed up.
Then a couple of weeks later Christi's daughter walked up to her and said. "He's not coming back is he Mommy."
Christi smiled lovingly, trying

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