After I was discharged and h/n brought me home. But it no longer felt like a home, it felt like a cold prison.Part of the reason could be because h/n refused to let me contact the outside world. But I no longer cared.
I only thought about one thing day and night.
My baby.
The baby that I was prepared to show all my love to, the one where I had hopes to having the most beautiful family that I have always dreamed about.
But those dreams were shattered the day that he broke his promise. The 1000's promise.
It was a small thing in the beginning but it soon turned into a constant thing.
I use to be sad about these broken promises but now I feel numb.
As I sat in the couch, staring outside the window in our room. It was like I could see my baby, looking at me.
They were running through the backyard laughing happily.
I closed my eyes trying to find comfort but tears streamed down my face.
How I wish I could be with my baby.
CITEȘTI
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