“What do you mean he said no?!” April shouts through the phone. I’m crying now, feeling much less calm about this than when I was talking to Tyson.
“He s-said he’s going to college and that he doesn’t want the ‘f*****g baby’.” I say, sniffling.
“What the hell? How can anybody turn down their own child?” She asks angrily. I shrug, even though she can’t see it. “I mean, sure he gets cocky sometimes, but he’s always so nice. I never expected him to not acknowledge this.”
That makes me cry harder, since I’m now realizing that I’m going to be a single mother for the rest of my life. I’ll probably die alone with fifteen cats while my daughter is in and out of rehab, stemming back to her lack of a father figure. Same goes for if she’s a boy.
I hear a knock on my bedroom door so I qui
