/lit/ - Literature

>>12447571
I was supposed to be different. She'd spent her whole life feeling not good enough.

Her parents, divorced. Her mother a heavy drinker who expected her to strive for excellence as she coached from the gutter. Her father, flaky to the extreme. He was never there in the bad times, or the good times either.

She yearned for the family she never had. Always wanting the picture perfect life. Guys loved her. For her perfect looks and her easy going attitude. But when it came time to move in, get married, or have kids... She was rebuffed. Men faltered and revealed themselves to be boys.

Then I came. I was a single father, I worked 10 hours a day, and I loved my daughter. We found each other when we were at our lowest. She had been kicked out of her house and the mother of my child had just ran away from responsibility. So she helped nurture my child and I kept her from starving. A love blossomed. We both saw everything we ever needed in each other. It was perfect.

But then she got pregnant. She had insisted before that she understood that I couldn't take on another child. Implied that she knew what that meant. I was foolish enough to think it'd be that simple. She said she wanted to keep it... I asked her to think about it. That was all she needed to hear. I was just another guy in a long line that was rejecting her fundamentally. Our relationship continued for months. She never forgave me though. Every little foible of mine became a strong point for an argument.

Now that it's over, we're best friends. But I have to watch her date a man who doesn't understand her. Who hates my gits because he's insecure. She still looks at me like she did so far in the past. But she's hurt. I hurt her. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.