Really Late In The Game To Have To Grow Up

I rose thru the ranks and developed a reputation as a ball buster. No one told me about a man out there who was going to tear me a new asshole. Not only did he tear me a new asshole, he left me pregnant to boot. Not one soul supported me with ending the pregnancy. Don't play weak when luck just threw you a winning hand.

The whole experience set me back on my ass. Physically, emotionally and socially. The laughing behind my back that I got knocked up. A baby girl, and forced by public opinion to breast feed got under my skin. And now I have to use the word Daddy, he is my daughter's Daddy and my nickname for him. I can't back down, I'm stuck and I can't break the hold he has over me.

My only option is to live through it.

My daughter is approaching two, and I'm turning thirty nine. It's now or never to give my daughter the sibling she deserves. Another year of my life committed to what he started and he won't take his foot off the gas.