Impossible lover (true story)

Chapter 4

    Weeks went by and nothing changed. I just started to care less and less about her though. Well I tried that is. I was already 8 and half months pregnant with our son. Yes, it’s a boy. I wanted a girl though, but the baby health was the most important so I didn’t really mind if it’s a boy till he is healthy.

    It was May already so it was quite warm outside. I stopped working weeks ago. I went to the nearby supermarket to buy some fruits, I was craving them during pregnancy and I couldn’t eat ice cream, it was like the baby didn’t like it at all. My feet was swollen and hurt in my slippers, I couldn’t wear shoes because my feet didn’t fit in them anymore. Then I felt it.. the pain in my lower back and lower abdomen. It was not unbearable and it took only for a few seconds. I knew that it was about to start. He will finally born and I felt nervous and relieved at the same time. I guess who went through this already, knows what it feels like to walk around looking like a barrel.

    All day I had pain, when they came more often we went to the hospital and about an hour later the little Noah was born. Yes we called him Noah from my favourite soap opera. I know... I know... it’s ridiculous but I like this name anyway, doesn’t matter where from I heard it, right?

    Tyler was with me all this time, supporting me to keep going and saying it’s almost done. It visibly hurt him not to be able to take my pain away maybe he even sheds some tears. It was very painful I admit , but it was worth it. He was beautiful. I love him so much.

    He was born at 2 am, we could take him home around 10 am already. I know it’s strange but it’s working like this in this country. By us the mom and the baby stayed in the hospital minimum for 3-4 days.

    He was perfect, he has big blue eyes and light brown hair. He looked more like me than his father, Tyler has dark brown hair and brown eyes with tan skin. I guess it is true when they say the girls look like their father and the boys like their mother ,usually.

    Weeks flew by and he was growing fast, he was nicer and nicer as the time went. When my father came home from work he use to take Noah in his arms, it was good to see them like this.

    After a while when I went to buy some things for Noah with my father, I asked him to drive me there because I didn’t have driving license yet. We had some smalltalk and he said suddenly something that surprised me a little because I didn’t think Dana would go so low. She told him to spend less time with Noah and he should spend this time with Stefani instead and she said this about meas well, that my dad should spent more time with them and less with us... I didn’t really understand this because of two things.

One, he didn’t spent time with us at all, he was always working and then watching TV in the living room. Only when he came home he greeted us and took Noah for a few minutes and that was it.

Two, who does she think she is to say something like this to him, he is Noah’s grandpa after all and my father. They are not even married and she already tells him things like this. This woman has really serious problems. It made me furious, but that was sad my dad didn’t tell her off instead he listened to her and slowly he distanced himself from us. I was feeling really sad about it, not about myself but about Noah, he needed his grandpa, especially when we had no one else from the family here only my father.

“We gonna get through this too “, I tried to console myself.

    Noah was already 3 months old, everything was going good with him thanks God, nothing else matters, but our ‘happiness’ was shortly ended when we got a news about that the owner want to sell the house so we had 3 months to move out. Great, isn’t it? We still couldn’t afford to rent a house on our own so we moved together again, we didn’t have a choice, maybe one day we can live together in peace only the 3 of us, but till then we need to take what the life offers.

    We found a nice house in the neighbourhood so we just moved a few streets further. It was a house with 3 floors and 4 bedrooms, it was nice. We were glad that we could find a nice house, big enough in a short time.

    Dana usually spoke to me , not so much though and she didn’t say it but I felt negativity from her all the time when we spoke. Like she poked me whit her words with a needle or something, I don’t know how to explain it ,she was nice to me in my face ,well she tried, while she talked bad about me behind my back. She is like wolf in sheep’s clothing with her quiet, sweet voice and evil aura.

    It was not easy to do the chores in the house while I had Noah with me. Sometimes I needed to cook while I held him with one arm and put him on my hip on the side. I didn’t want to lose sight of him, I didn’t trust Dana , I knew... I hoped she wouldn’t hurt him but I wasn’t sure so I didn’t want to take the risk, better to be save than sorry.

    One day I was cooking in the kitchen, Noah was sitting in his chair by the table, eating. When I finished to prepare the food I went downstairs to check on the post, we got some important letters so I went back upstairs and place them on the counter. I decided I will translate one of them later because it was in Dutch and I didn’t understand, but first I needed to take Noah upstairs for his afternoon nap. Dana was sitting in the living room watching TV, I guess.

    After about 20 minutes Noah finally fell asleep and I went back downstairs to translate the letter, it was a bill so I wanted to know what we need to pay at this time. I went to the kitchen counter and I didn’t find the letter where I left it. Strange I thought. I went to the living room to ask Dana maybe she saw it and she said she didn’t. Really strange. I thought that I put it maybe somewhere else but I don’t remember. Soon I dismissed this thought because my memory is good and I used to remember everything what I do so the only possibility was that Dana was lying. I was thinking maybe she threw it away , I wouldn’t be surprised if she would do such a thing. I went to the garbage bin , but I didn’t see it, there was a white shopping plastic bag on the top so I didn’t really see anything else. I lifted it and there it was, the letter folded in half. I couldn’t believe my eyes, she really threw it away. She thought I am that stupid that I wouldn’t know? I wonder what else did she do with our stuff. I don’t even want to think about it. I need to do something, this can’t go on like this.

    When my father came home, I made sure that Dana wasn’t around in the living room. I told him everything, he was surprised and he asked

“Are you sure? I mean why would she throw it away?” He talked quietly, he didn’t want Dana to hear it.

“I don’t know, but I found it in there. I was sure I put it there, I swear. I went upstairs and when I came back after about 20 minutes it disappeared ,I asked her but she said she didn’t see it. It was strange so I suspected that she was lying so I checked in the garbage bin.” I explained and he seems like he believed me. I was glad, at least, at this time he listened and believed me.

“I will talk to her about it.” He said and with that I thanked him and went upstairs to Noah who was still sleeping peacefully.