That moment that you realize you’re not pregnant..

The 5 longest minutes of your life, waiting for a miracle, praying to God, swearing you’re never going to let that asshole anywhere close to you, cursing him, his body, his power of attraction, your lust and inner shake when he touches you, the moment, that bloody moment, his smile, his looks, your fluids exchanging in your mouth, inside you, the pleasure and now the guiltiness and that – I’m not ready for this shit, I don’t want to abort, I just want to have a child with the right man, when we’re both ready for it, a child of love, raised in a normal family, not as a product of this destructive relationship, no, I don’t want to, I want to be small, to be taken care of, to receive unconditioned love and to have no fear, to think of the mighty things I will do when I’ll be a grownup.. YES!! F_3” you, m0%#@%8)7r, I’m not pregnant!! Now I can go out again! Relief! And a big smile on my face! J