by Angel1

Created on: May 13, 2009

Struggle:

As I was saying, until I was rudely interrupted, she emphasised the rudely as ever, struggling to get her words out. I guess that some people find it difficult to rectify some of their weaknesses; they just find ways to build on others.

Shall I delay it?

What?

This?

She showed him the test. Oh that! What are they showing?

You read the instructions, and then she said.

And I'll well, you know what. Carry them out.

They were the instructions for a pregnancy test. She was worried stiff. They had taken no precautions. Just jumped on each other near enough.

Well, go on you work it he said. Not seeming that bothered.

Well, I thought it takes two to tango though. Struggling.

What did you want me to perform? I never knew a man could, well, use that!

Oh, no!

But then he was extremely selfish, only cared about money coming in had said that she could live in his garage. A joke deep down, due to his jealousy that she had her own place, one that earned him money. He had a loving, caring wife who had already borne him a son. He had kept that extremely quiet. Things were difficult between them. He had the house. She had lost her parents, since she had loved him so much. She had only cared about him as they had been together as boyfriend/girlfriend for a few years. And now there was this.

But then there had been a period where he had become so lonely. He had been my friend for 6 years or more. I had left him, since he was verbally abusive and now this!

I was not sure whether to keep it if the test was positive. Doubt kept flitting into my mind. I had reported him to the police, he had not been aware of this. And now. Uncertainty struck me. How could I have been so dumb?

You know this! Well, I guess you should, though I'm not sure.

Not sure about what, I interrupted. Panicking. Was he going to leave me? Was I destined to live in a garage? I did have a little house. But! A life of a single mother! Scraping by! Living on handouts! Or was it going to be, being a bit on the side. Tearful when he let me down. Would I be desperate to see them? Having a child with a bad father! Somebody who may trade me in? I knew exactly what he was like. Having known him for a full 6 years.

Should I walk away now? Deal with things by myself? One tear tried to come to me, but I brushed up. I was a grown-up now, not a child!

Oh, frustration! Why should I be struggling like this?

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