Anyways, I ended up miscarrying because of how stressed out I was. Yes, mine because my ex clearly did not care about my well being. I didn't want to play the "I am pregnant card" so I went back to school, got 2 jobs and busted my little tail doing anything to provide for MY baby. Well, that was foolish of me because I signed the paperwork and he blocked me on everything and said I was a psycho b*tch and moved in with my friend in the apartment UNDER MY NAME. At this time I had an idea I was pregnant and had minor evidence that he was cheating but I was like who cares. Little did I know he wasn't planning on signing the paperwork, I was. At the same time, you don’t really mind, because adult conversations are boring.Īnyways, this man had promised me all these marvelous things when we were together and he asked me to help him go look at apartments. You wonder when the days of being at the kids’ table for Thanksgiving will come to an end.
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Yet it seems that in the eyes of your grandparents, aunts and uncles at family gatherings, you are the same undeveloped teenager from holidays past, and have a very hard time being treated as an adult. You are older, wiser and vastly more mature than that one Christmas Eve when you played a prank on your grandma with your cousins. It’s amazing how a few years of living on your own completely crumbles in the face of your mom’s cooking, nights in your childhood bedroom, and fighting with your high school sister for the car keys. You try to be nonchalant as you call your mom-“how do I make this appointment, exactly?”-but we all know how the conversation ends. The quasi-adult still has a lot to learn, and this is all too obvious when the yearly doctor’s trip rolls around.
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Doctors appointments bring back your inner fifth-grader