Nothing really.
Let her come "home" to later move out and back in with her mom. Those complications later turned into a miscarriage.
She got knocked up a second time with the second or third dude and her mom kicked her out and took the car she cosigned for away.
Her mom called me to apologize for taking her side, that she didn't know her daughter was a lying whore. I think her mom actually called her that.
I was well liked by her family, her aunt even called me to see how I was doing a few months after I moved home.
When she burned me, they turned her out, like written out of the will level turned out.
True horror? Maybe. I was a little numb to it.
Sweet? You seem to be using a different definition than I'm used to.
You know what's really socially twisted? When a very nice nurse is sat with me in the waiting room. Veteran medical professionals grow numb to it all... they have to, but the loss of a child always hits hard.
She sat with me to try and console me, emotionally telling me that, "I'm so very sorry sir, but she is losing the baby." She seemed taken aback and confused at how stoicly I was taking it. I had to tell her that "thank you, but it's not mine."
The look of sorrow on her face transformed to one of faint, mild horror as the implication of what I told her dawned on her.
Should have left her at the hospital.
Should have told her to come back with the Sheriff to get her shit.
Let her come "home" to later move out and back in with her mom. Those complications later turned into a miscarriage.
She got knocked up a second time with the second or third dude and her mom kicked her out and took the car she cosigned for away.
Her mom called me to apologize for taking her side, that she didn't know her daughter was a lying whore. I think her mom actually called her that.
I was well liked by her family, her aunt even called me to see how I was doing a few months after I moved home.
When she burned me, they turned her out, like written out of the will level turned out.
Sometimes karma just sorts itself out.
Sweet? You seem to be using a different definition than I'm used to.
You know what's really socially twisted? When a very nice nurse is sat with me in the waiting room. Veteran medical professionals grow numb to it all... they have to, but the loss of a child always hits hard.
She sat with me to try and console me, emotionally telling me that, "I'm so very sorry sir, but she is losing the baby." She seemed taken aback and confused at how stoicly I was taking it. I had to tell her that "thank you, but it's not mine."
The look of sorrow on her face transformed to one of faint, mild horror as the implication of what I told her dawned on her.