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I guess, if somebody could told me a year a go that my life soon will be like a bad mexican serial, I would not believe in it. I wanted to have a baby for 8 years, I had a husband, took a medicine, went to surgery, but baby did not wanted to come to me.
Now, I am seven weeks preganant, by the man I loved the most in my life, and alone. He just disapiered. It hurts that he even did not have a carriage to look in my eyes and say - buy? Why it hurts so much?
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