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Nice 2 months.

We’ve been together for 2 months, this is suppose to be the glory days-right. I don’t know who ever said that; they were wrong.
The only thing I have become good at is hopping out of cars and walking to avoid another argument. I’m tired, it doesn’t get anymore simpler than that.
I’ll mark this night on my calendar that if I hear one more person tell me to get myself together I’ll pack up myself and what little I have and go. There’s one thing I have learned I’m good at and that’s running and I’ll run till no one can find us.

Journal

I planned on writing in a journal the entire nine months I am pregnant so my child could read it all one day. All I have wrote is February 23rd the day I found out you were there, and how much I already loved you. I haven’t wrote in it since then, because I don’t want to write about how upsetting things have been lately. Simply because I don’t want you to ever think anything was your fault.

This worries me. It worries me because I did it all out of order. There are no promises he will be here tomorrow. That my child will have his father there to hold him everyday. This will be my fault.
I simply have to face that the worse can happen. That I can end up alone in this. But commitment would have secured that he would be here through sickness and through health. Through times I don’t look like those pretty little girls; because my body will never look the same. Times when I can’t just be okay. I needed that commitment and I know I won’t get it.
I have to prepare for what could always happen. I have to be strong because its not just about me anymore. Priorities change and some people just wont ever grasp that. If I could I would run until nothing was in view behind me, things aren’t easy like that anymore.

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"I actually don’t feel comfortable being anyone’s anything."

You and I.

Five years ago to have said I honestly seen myself here-I didn’t. I had a set plan, but as time went on five years later here I am … and not only is it about me, myself, and I-it is about me, myself, and baby. I am no longer for myself. The choices I make no longer just effect me, they effect my child as well. So therefore I strive to do whats best for me and even more so my bundle of joy. 

I have seen things in a different view. Every morning I wake up and somethings different; things are heavier, I’m tired, I’m achey, I am not as thin, the list goes on. But however though everything is changing in me and there are changes to be done around me, I grow more in love every day. I was always told from my mother that you don’t know love until you have a child of your own. Although my child is still growing this love I have nothing can come between it and nothing compares to it. 

I talk to my stomach everyday knowing the baby can’t hear me yet, I still talk. 
I shower my baby with prayers everyday, because I want it surrounded by the protection of the power of prayer.
I have changed, simply because I want to live a life I know they would want to look up to and be one day.   
I will raise my child in church because it is solely my responsibility, and raise them in the way of the Lord and they will never depart from it. I believe the worse mothers are the ones who keep their child from experiencing Jesus. 

Every minute of everyday you are on my mind. I pray for your health and your future, that you will fight for what you love and you will not be prideful but humbled by what you do have. That your joy will be contagious and you will shine when this world is so dimly lit. I pray that you will never fail to see the love I have for you and the happiness you have brought into my life. That if I was ripped of everything I owned and all I had was the shirt on my back and you in my arms that would be all I need to carry me through. I will be patient and understanding, and most of all I will be here. I have loved you since the first moment I knew you were there, and I will continue to love you more and more. See you in 8 months. 
 

I wanna hold your hand.

Everything should be simple. It should be as easy as breathing, but it’s not. I’m stuck in a reminder of this time last year, a time when I felt the same way. When I shouldn’t have let myself go and just breath but held on to every last breath. Now every step I take I take with precaution almost too much; because of you. It’s all because of you. You did this to me and now I’m afraid to breathe, afraid of the next step. The next step that will leave me fooled, leave me speechless, and leave me lonely again. So again thank you for popping in my life just long enough for me to build every wall back up to where I can’t even hear through the brick to the other side. I’m not in love with you, yet I envy you because you left with the better deal. Then here I am, terrified. Terrified to even think about allowing someone else swoop in with their smooth words. You ruined me, what little heart I have left I’m trying to find someone that will take and cherish what little I have to give.

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