I Love You, Too Much
I didn’t know how to react to the unholy pink plus sign sitting in my moist palm. Every thought that came across my mind blurred in front of my eyes. What I began to realize was cereal, at that very moment I felt lost, I didn’t recognize myself when I finally looked up into the mirror. A bitter chill crept up my spin as I mounted myself against the indifferent wall to keep myself from falling to the colder unforgiving floor.
My breath came in short supply as reality became clearer and closed in on me. I made my way to the hall barely escaping the enclosing walls of the half bath of our quite suburban home, in our suburban neighborhood. I tried to clear my mind, and tried to block reality ...
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happen. Ironic isn’t it, praying after sex asking not to get pregnant? The mountain peaks were clear allowing me to trace its jagged corners, and inclines. The swishing air of a passing car startled me and woke me from my limbo, so I called Isa. I usually only called her out of habit mostly, but I needed an at least somewhat sane person to give me some type of perspective. As the phone rang on the other end I pictured her fumbling for the cordless lost in her sea of pillows and sheets, trying to function in her sleepy stupor. Her first statement, “Damn, I know you’re not calling me this early just to say what’s up?!” yawning between every other word. I glanced over to the microwave holding my position, it was seven-thirty a.m. “Well I’m calling this damn early just to ask what color panties you’re wearing, you bitch.” I mumbled a little empty hearted, “I’m pregnant Isa… what the hell am I going to do?” Taking deep breaths to keep myself as calm and so I could hear her response, ...
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emotions came tumbling over me as I over thought every detail of that promising night. Trying to remember which part or at what time everything that could go wrong went was impossible. I allowed myself to retreat to the carpet and sacrificed what little pride I had left surrendering every tear along with it.
I eventually became numb and my tears began to dry like a raisin in the sun were they stayed behind resting on my face, again in a stage of here nor there, I dialed the phon. The number belonging to the only other person I knew I’d get some sympathy from, she answered fairly quickly, not very usual for her, “Hello? ” Trying to hide my shame and the real reason I was calling, I ...
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