And number three: The Pregnancy. I
didn't know she was pregnant. Of
course I didn't. She hadn't told
me because I had told her I was...
sort of... seeing somebody else.
We thought we were being very
grown-up, but we were being
preposterously naive, childish
even, to think that one of us could
fuck around and then own up to it
while we were living together.
So -- I didn't find out about it
'til way later. We were going
through a good period and I made a
crack about having kids and she
burst into tears. I made her tell
me what it was all about, and she
did. I felt guilty and so I got
angry. She told me that at the
time I didn't look like a very good
long-term bet. That it was a hard
decision and she didn't see any
point in consulting me about it...
When the whole sorry tale comes out
in a great big --
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