Well, this prompt fits rather well:
When I’m Depressed…
Look, I know we all get down sometimes and I know my story won’t be any different than someone who has been in the same situation that I’m in now…
In February, I had a baby girl… and my first boyfriend is the father. The first few weeks were horrible; I couldn’t stop crying because I knew that he wasn’t going to take me back… and I’m still in love with him. He’s right now dating some other girl and is moved in with her and her mother.
I know I can’t change his mind about me, and it continues to hurt me a lot. I know I’m stupid for loving him still, but love isn’t stupid. I still wear the ring he gave me; he hasn’t said anything to me for wearing it. And he probably won’t, it’s not like him to ask me to stop wearing something he gave to me.
I’m not sure what to do but wait. I’m convinced he’ll be back… and his mother said he’s matured greatly since Alexis was ‘discovered’, and that has helped me be patient.
I’m not ready to move on… it seems wrong for Alexis to call someone else ‘daddy’.
So, I apparently write when I get depressed. Answered that question.
