Oct 18, 2011
I try so hard not to be jealous. I hate feeling jealous, it's the nastiest thing in the world. I try so hard to be a good mom, to be a good colleague, to be a good person. I haven't always been, and I'll probably will make mistakes in the future. But I do my very best. And when I get to bed in the evening, tired from working all day, cleaning the house and taking care of a baby, there's no one to give me a kiss and tell me goodnight.
It has been nearly 11 months since my ex decided he didn't want to be with me any more. A week before my 20 weeks ultrasound. I gave birth on myown mostely; my mom was only there at the end of it. I tried so hard to be a good girlfriend, to be loveable. The only thing I want is for someone to tell my he loves me. For someone to say: "I'll get up to feed him, you stay in bed". Someone to share not only the good, but also the bad with. To love and to hold, till death do us part, and all that jazz. I just feel really alone.