101. Redemption

I need to admit that part of me feels a little bit uneasy with the fact that my own family has decided to stay out of my life. It makes me think that all they had planned for me was to eventually get rid of me and just live their life as if I never existed.

I adored my own family to the point I was ready to bend backwards for their own sake, to their own will and selfish plans. But were they still my family? When they don’t answer their phones or when they refuse to take contact with me?

I could not figure out why all this was happening, but my focus has shifted on my actual family. My mate and the little one who is growing endlessly in my belly.

When I hear the entrance door open and close, and the little sound the elevator makes, I am upstairs, still getting ready. I’m not complaining, but I feel like everything I put on is making me look like a sack of potatoes. A very appealing sack of potatoes.

And it bothers me so much that I am on the verge of tears when my companion arrives. I