Oh, man. It's just... yeah. Sorry guys. This is coming to you live, with neoneco, at her Kitchen Table. Have a good read.
She didn't want this. She never did. She just wanted it to stop. She was done. Life had given her a baby, and a husband, only to cruely yank them away again.
His name was Thomas. They met in the market. She was running an errand for her mother, and he bumped into her on the road. She was affronted, but he had a charming smile and he helped her to pick up, and even carry, the food she had dropped as a result.
They started the dance of courting.
Or so he would tell you. Thomas was younger than her, and rather silly at that. He would bluster through the day to day rituals until one day, he just gave up and kissed her.
It was a quick marriage. She had little money for it, and only her mother's dress. Her wedding ring was made of string and wire. She couldn't have loved him more.
They got married. They'd been married awhile before he'd been killed. Just one of those normal, day to day things that happened sometimes. The ones no one ever paid mind to.
He'd been bumped onto the train tracks and electrocuted. It was a closed casket.
Like that her family had been ruined. She had no one. Her love was gone, and young, silly thing he was, she did love him. She will always love him.
She found out she was pregnant. This woke her from her depressive thoughts and gave her a purpose again.
She was going to have a family.
It was going to be a boy. She could feel it. She knows it was going to be a boy. She hoped he would have his father's smile.
She would never see him smile.