Let the games begin

My chest is heaving, I will not cry for this, the solution is to not let him keep me away from my child. If he doesn't want this I won't force it, he lost his memory, fine!, But he won't keep me from my child. I am starting to doubt that he ever truly lost it, maybe all those times he was being nice he was pretending to, and now he is back to his original self. He will not keep my baby from me.

The tears threaten to fall but I look up blinking my eyes severally trying to draw them back in. Once I notice my body has relaxed I move to relieve my bladder. I wash my hands and reapply my lip gloss before heading for the door.

A piece of paper falls of the door as soon as I open it, curious to as to why someone would stick a piece of paper in-between the door I reach for it. Bending down when one is heavy with pregnancy is a huge task especially for someone who is almost due like me. This evening Carolina was the one who helped me put on my sandals, she has been helping for sometime now.