Forgiving Andrew

I am not sure if I can ever forgive Andrew.

I can forgive him for sending me an sms about tripe when I told him I was pregnant.

Althought I still resent him for abandoning me to deal with the ordeal all alone, I can, in due time, learn to forgive him.

But I don’t think I can forget the knowledge that while I was going through the pain, he was traipsing around Italy, fucking another woman.

Maybe I should never have told him about the baby. Just get the whole thing done secretly. But at that point, I really needed support. I craved so much for someone to just hold me and tell me that I have made the right decision. But that support never really came either, even after I told him about it.

I know the decision is right. My brain tells me so. What would I have done otherwise? Marry Andrew and raise a child with him? Marry someone who wasn't there for me at my darkest moment? Let's not kid ourselves.

Even if I never married Andrew, the fact is that he would be the father of the child and our lives would be forever entangled.

I made the right decision.

But why doesn't my heart echoes the same.

Why do I miss my baby so much?