“What the hell is wrong with me?”
Everything felt so wrong after my party.
I was so gassy. I had to burp or fart every three steps. And for Watcher’s sake where did I get this bulging belly? I was sure I didn’t eat any burgers, or beans. My jeans were so tight now. I might have burst a button. At this rate sweatpants might be the only thing that would fit. And that’s not cool.
“Why do I have the urge to puke?”
I swear I hadn’t eat a thing since morning. But this damned nausea wasn’t going away. ARRRGGHH!
“Becks! Kason and I are engaged!”
“And we are expecting a baby!” She chirped.
Guess who’s going to the wedding with a bun in the over. 😉
Wait, did she say pregnant? I swear I didn’t miss that bump. It looked like mine.
Oh shit! 😦
Wolfgang and I had only woohooed once. In that crummy closet, which wasn’t the best experience for sure. Those pesky hangers kept poking at me. I wouldn’t be so unlucky eh?
I took the test. It said PREGNANT. It.firstname.lastname@example.org!
Wolfgang said he needed time to compose himself. He said he would call back. But he didn’t.
Oh! A text!
Text from Wolfgang: Are you sure that thing inside is mine?
F%@# him! Seriously! And how dare him calling our baby a ‘it‘?
I hope he gets hit by a effing meteor.
I’d lost it this time. I stormed over to his house and tore down the door. I didn’t care his mother opened it. Rage was engulfing me.
“Wolfgang Munch!” A slew of explatives followed.
“You’ve f@%#ing piece of shit. I have only f@%#ed you and so yes, the baby is yours!”
“He doesn’t need any of you. And neither do I. Just remember Wolfgang, that you’re an asshole!”
With that I walked off, slamming the door behind.
But it could not unbreak my heart.