Why me

Andy took my hand and pulled me out of the house. "No, Andy" "You know what, fine" He dropped my hand and walked back inside. Why does he have to be like this? I rubbed my wrist and walked in behind him. He spun around and I noticed he looked angry. "Why are you angry?" "You complain every fucking minute of the day" "You try being pregnant then come and tell me I'm annoying" He threw his hands up in frustration. "Try living with a whiny bitch" "I knew it" "Knew what?" "That you never really loved me, that you would start drinking and hate me" "Okay so maybe all of that is true, so what" "Well its nice to know you don't love me anymore" "NO I DON'T" "Yeah, well why don't to just leave" Andy threw open the door, walked out and slammed the door shut. I threw myself down on the sofa. Great, now I don't have the father to my child. No one to support me. Why did he say he doesn't love me... Maybe he doesn't. I started crying and hid my face. I just need him to come back..

Notes

Sorry I haven't updated in a while