Ah, Gabriel Cunningham. The man who just recently filed for divorce. I was not too surprised by it. He had never been around anyway so I guess technically, we were never married. I remember the days where we were both freshly in love. Marriage was very exciting for us back then. Getting our first house together was like a dream come true. Well actually, our living quarters was an apartment. Gabriel was always a little cheap with money. Gabriel was always very silly and was a professional at sarcasm. I remember he would make sarcastic remarks about every person that walked by. We used to lay in the grass in the park without a care in the world. My dark,mocha brown hair slightly moving in the wind as I laid next to him.

Though his hair was always in a mess, I still loved him all the same. Everything was so right. Nothing could have broken us apart. At least that's what I thought. The one thing that destroyed our set up was me wanting a child. I wasn't too ready for the responsibility a child would bring but I could become ready. Gabriel just didn't want a kid. So with that being said, I dropped the whole idea of a child. While he thought he had won, he was sadly mistaking. With my sharp wits, I began to devise a plan to get the child I longed for. I used New Year's Eve drinking to my advantage. That was the night that I had obtained the child I longed for.

I was so happy when I took the test and found out I was pregnant. All the while, I was very frightened to tell that to Gabe. Either way he was going to find out. After all, he is a doctor. I ended up telling him, three weeks after I initially found out. He was in shock and disappointment. Though I was filled with joy, it was stressful on him. This made my heart ache.

Many months had passed and the baby would be due within three. I was preparing myself for the last couple of months and I really needed Gabe's support. I never got that support I wished for. He was always too busy with something. I prayed for things to get better between us but it was obvious the love he once had for me, must have been fading from his eyes. I complained to him about the little support he was giving me and we got into an argument. It elevated to a level I thought we would never reach. That level being, him walking out on me. He went over to the front door of our apartment and just stood there as I asked him to stay. He glanced back with a cold look I've never seen before and then he walked out. After a couple of minutes of intense silence by myself, I wept.

I had no idea as to where he stayed that night but he returned the next morning. Not to apologize, but to take his possessions and leave. I begged him to stay and that we could make it work. I told him that I know he could be a great dad if he just gave it a chance but to no avail. He was still set on leaving. He had said a kid was too much for him to handle. I felt the crumbling of our marriage was my fault. I tried my best to keep him by my side but...there was no turning back for him. Before he had walked out, he peered into my hurt,sunglow yellow eyes. He shook his head and walked out. That's where I had to start a life as a single mother.

Now look at me. After so many years of not really speaking to one another, the divorce card was finally pulled. These mournful memories are the things that keep me going. I will not let my terrible first marriage overflow my life with unhappiness. I have a son and that's what matters most now! I must admit...though the Gabriel Cunningham I once knew is overwhelmed by a cold heart, I couldn't help but still love him. But every one has to move on, no?