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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

He couldn't stop thinking about it.

Alexa had been feeling off since she had the baby to the point where he did not even know if it was the baby that was making her sick.

From the looks of it was like she was handling everything perfectly. He had never heard her complain about anything and he just assumed that they were fine.

He never even once sat down with her and ask her if everything was fine with her. He had just assumed that she would snap back to her old self but it had been months.

He asked himself that question over and over again but he couldn't find the answer to that. He didn't have a perfect example of a father.

One thing that I hated about people was them blaming everything they did wrong on their past.

They ways acted like they couldn't think on their own or do things the way they were done if people did not show them.

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