Diary of a single mother 12.
I kept to my promise of never bothering myself about whatever Frank chooses to do with his life.
I avoided him as though he was invisible.
A night before he traveled back to school, he came into my room.
“Chi what’s up. Are you still angry?”. He asked.
“I’m not angry”. I replied coldly.
“I will be going back to school tomorrow”. He said.
“I wish you all the best in your endeavors”. I replied uninterested.
“Really? You are still being cold towards me. Come on jor”. He said and and tried touching me.
I pushed his hands angrily.
“Don’t tell me you are expecting a farewell s*x from me? Just better leave me alone”. I said angrily.
“Okay o. Take care of yourself”. He said and left.
The next morning, he left for school. That was when I knew I was not over him.
Every part of me began to miss and crave for his touch. It was as if I was going crazy.
He never called nor text me to know if I was good.
The only time I get to see him is through is WhatsApp status. He always look happy and was having the best moments of his life.
Most times, he usually post pictures of himself and a particular girl. Anytime I see their pictures together, I always feel a sharp pain in my chest.
At first, I muted his status so I wouldn’t get to see such pictures but always ends up umuting him whenever I miss him.
It took me a lot of strength to finally block him inorder to protect my mental health and by BP.
When I was six months gone, I decided to have an ultrasound scan to see the s*x of my baby.
It was then I discovered that I was expecting twins. Two boys.
I was happy at first because I’ve always wanted to birth twins but I remembered my condition.
“How am I supposed to take of two children all alone? God is this a blessing or a punishment?”. I wondered.
I broke the news to his parents and mine.
I wanted to send Frank the result from the scan but ended up deleting it.
“He doesn’t care anyway”. I muttered to myself.
