Eighteen

I'm ramming on my two year old boyfriend's door like a thief being chased by a mob. Reason being, I just discovered that he has a five year old son that he kept hidden from me throughout our entire relationship.

How did I find out-- through fucking Facebook. His Mom-- my new enemy, uploaded a picture of the boy and tagged Maxwell for the whole world to see.

I'm supposed to marry him in a month's time, but how? How will I get married to a man when our relationship is based on a foundation of lies? Who knows what else he's lying about.

He swings the door open with his eyebrows raised in question. I push him aside and stand in the middle of the living room, waiting for the door to click shut before I can scream the whole roof off.

I'm impatiently tapping my foot on the black marble tiles as I wait for him to say something. It's stupid right? What would he say when he doesn't have a clue as to what is making my blood boil.

"Daddy, I can't reach the cup in the drawer."