Miscarriage

I didn’t realize I was late, at the time, nor was I really paying attention to my body either. I’d been sick a few times but I didn’t think much of it. And then my body just started revolting against me. But this time it was very different. Turns out I was miscarrying. I hadn’t seen or spoken to him in weeks, so I just let it blow over me. When I finally was “better” (damn those big girl pants), and I did see him, we started being intimate, and I lost it. There were tears and lots of words coming out of my mouth, and then I must have cried myself to sleep because the next time I opened my eyes, it was morning. We talked about it once after that, but it was mainly I doing the talking. This was towards the end of 2017 - just for the concept of time. Fast forward to this past September long weekend, we drank way too much tequila and he starts talking about that night and how he felt BLAH BLAH BLAH, and he tells me he loves me. And then it comes to an abrupt end because he met someone else. 

I am a woman with many emotions and a strong backbone. But even I don't take defeat well.