I look through the window, at the rain on the rooftops and I feel trapped.
There was a definite blue line on the pregnancy kit.
Oh God, I don't want to bring a child in this marriage but he gave me no choice. He flushed my pills down the toilet and made his mission to get me pregnant.
I should have walked away but I stayed by cowardice.
I look at the kit again, shake it for good measure, the blue line doesn't fade.
I want to talk to Mum, tell her how I feel but I know it's hopeless.
Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
Oh dear! Someone’s got to stop the evil manipulator.... but it probably has to be you!