My efforts are useless, my cries are unheard… Nathan walks away, and continues to collect only what I can describe as his toys.
“You’re throwing out threats without even hearing my side of the story! I told you I was f*****g coming back so you could see your son born.”
He drops something thick and heavy to the table and faces me with pure anger, yet speaking calm.
“Return for the delivery?” He laughs, “What about the entire ten months I missed watching my child grow, missing his first flutters, his first f*****g kicks huh Eliz-a-Beth?” There’s that damn posh s**t I am getting sick of: o sorry sidetrack again.
“Did you not remember that I would be missing that shite Again!”
I was feeling bad, until he reminded me.
“That is not my fault Nath-a-n”. See, I can be posh too.
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