I dial Mum nonetheless. I need my Mum to tell me she loves me, that all will be well.
What was I thinking? Mum is so taken by him. She tells me how lucky I am. She reminds me how he swept me off my feet with his boyish charm
and his caring manners when I first met him at my graduation party.
Everyone loved him, everyone loves him,
Perhaps it's me, she sighs. She says he could have had any girl. I believe he could but he picked me.
And now, I am pregnant. How luckier can I get?
Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
I have to admit, Frenchie, that I find this really frightening... and yet I know how there are people like him out there, under everyone’s radar. I know my much wanted happy ending is unlikely, but paleeeease!