RYLIE
Every fairy tale begins with "Once Upon a Time..." Right? Well maybe for most girls. Not my sister Blake though, her fairy tale began with "Oh shit! I'm pregnant." Mine hasn't quite started yet. My nightmares began around when her happily ever after kicked into gear, around when everything that happened to her was rosy and bright while everything that happened to me was like a kick in the face.
She got a ring and her Prince Charming said "I do."
I got "The Talk" and some revenge sex with my ex-boyfriends friend.
Now I'm pregnant.
Again.
This time it's supposed to be my turn. I just want a little light on me, I don't need it all.
But as usual Blake has to take what isn't hers.
She lost her virginity first. Whoop-dee-doo.
She got pregnant first. Though I was a close second.
She was engaged first. So I popped the champagne.
Then came the wedding. And I smiled the whole time.
But this? She can't even let me have this?
"YOUR NOT ALOUD TO BE PREGNANT!"
I can still hear her words echoing in my head.
As if you have to be married to have sex.
Doesn't she remember Monroe?
Her own little mistake?
I guess when your life is practically perfect you just forget the practically and focus on the Perfect.
You pretend that nothing is ever wrong, was ever wrong, or will ever be wrong.
But the truth is that this time Blake is wrong.
I won't give up this child for her.
I won't give up anything else for her.
