You're an ass. A complete ass. It ended. But we didn't. We were supposed to be friends. I haven't even seen you since we stopped fucking. The last time I ever saw you was the day you had a job interview.
I can't believe you didn't even have the nerve to respond when I told you about the baby. That was one of the most difficult things I've ever been through. You probably thought I was lying. But take a second away from admiring your dick and think... to what end? Why would I tell you something like that. I had warned you previously that I had something quite important to talk to you about. You were curious and yet refused to answer your phone when I rang. Maybe you were pissed that I told you via text. Well guess what asshole, I'm pissed that I had no choice but to tell you that way.
There's a gift that runs in my family. We know things before they happen. I knew there was something wrong. I kept seeing a beautiful boy, tall, with curly black hair. He looked very much like you, but with my eyes. I've always wanted my kids to have blue eyes. So this man in my head with my eyes was confusing. They say that the first time a mother holds her children is one of the most vivid experiences in her life. Damn straight. I'll always remember the Tuesday afternoon I held my baby boy for the first, last and only time. I thought it was a strange menstrual cycle. I looked at him and I knew. The last time we were together was the day before my ovulation. Maybe you mis-timed pulling out, or I had something on my hands. Who knows? Three weeks later I was the proud mother to a piece of flesh, torn from my body.
But always a piece of my mind.
Losing it was a relief. At the time. I had so much emotional stress, adding another would have killed me. But towards the end of last year it started to eat at me. I had to tell you. Now you hate me.
I just spoke to one of my best friends. You've been talking to her for quite a while now. And being a deceitful shit you pressured her to keep it between you two. Its developed into a relationship. She told me today. We discussed the baby. She'd mentioned it to you. You thought I was lying. End of story. She knows I wasn't. So now you probably think I'm some kind of psychotic weirdo. I know my friend is going to get hurt. I think she does too.
Do you want to know the bit that sucks the most? I'll tell you. When I was assaulted YOU were the only person who didn't think I'd done something to bring this upon myself. It took guts for people to ask if I'd slept with the guy. It took understanding of me to know there was something wrong with him. I'd think that anybody who understood me that much would know lying isn't my style.
A gigantic fuck you to you too.
Right now I feel like slitting my wrists. What did I do?