Anymore
I’d always had the dream of marrying and bearing the allotted 2.4 children. The white picket fence and all that jazz. And I was well on my way with your birth here today, my dear boy.
But as I stare into your newborn eyes, I realize I don’t love him anymore. Your father, that is. I still want the great American dream, but I don’t think your daddy’s going to be a part of it.
Don’t get me wrong…..I love your daddy. But I don’t think I’m in love with him anymore. Trust me…there is a difference. You’ll understand better when you’re older.
Anyway, I hope you’ll forgive me. You’re daddy is great! And you two can still see each other. I would never stop that. But mommy’s heart has finally seen the light. I’m gonna do what I should have done many years ago.
But don’t worry, dear one, you will always be loved. And you might be angry at me once you find this out. But one day you will understand.
Yes, you will understand that you should never lie to your heart. Now, I have to make a call.