Page 101 of Man Seeking Woman

Yes, I was having his baby, but he had said in the very beginning he wasn't going to make me do anything.

I wasn't staying anymore.

Putting Mr. Pink into a tote, I slammed the door as I left. There was no note about where I had gone. There was no number of where he could reach me. When it was time for the baby, I'd let him know, and then we could part ways, going about our lives as if this never happened.

You know that's never going to happen. You're having his baby, he's a part of your life forever.

I don't need him. He can have his model girlfriend.

Stopping on the sidewalk, I didn't call Jerry and ask him to come get me. Holding my head high, I waved down a cab and climbed in, refusing to look back.

August had lied to me, everything I thought I felt meant nothing.

What do I do with these feelings now?

They were still there, still bold and fresh and raw. Still slicing me apart from the inside out. The baby kicked me hard, causing me to stoop over my knees. Holding my belly, I cried in the back of that cab. The tears were endless, pouring from my eyes like a waterfall.

I cried for what I thought I had found.

I cried for the love I lost.

I cried for what was never mine to begin with.