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I didn't get mad a Kristy. She didn't know any better. In some ways she was still so young. I envy that so much. Sometimes I just want to be young and nieve agin. "Anastasia, you HAVE to work" my mother called up the stairs. "I'm not supporting that daughter of yours by myself" She added. I knew I had to get up, but I didn't want to, I was too depressed. Robert got Cokie Pregnant. Now they where getting married. What about Me? What about MY kid? Why was Cokie good enough to stick around for and not Me.? I slowly pulled myself out of bed, got dressed and went downstairs. "Bye" I said as I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. "Oh, no you don't" my mom barked. "Eat". I sighed. I new I had to if I didn't want my blood sugar to get low, but I really didn't feel like Moms greasy hash browns when my life was in such despair. I reluctantly sat down at the table, and started shoveling it in. "What is the matter with you lately?" My mom asked. "Nothing, I said, I uh miss Donna." I don't think she bought it. Don't get me wrong, I love my baby, but I'm usually excited when Robert takes her, so I have a little time to myself. "You're not pregnant again are you?" She ordered. "No, Mom. It'd have to be the Immaculate Conception, cause I haven't been with anyone in a long time", I assured her. "Good you'd better not be, that was a nightmare, you being pregnant with diabetes". "You worried me sick every time I saw you!" "I know mom, I know, Besides, I'm on the pill now, remember"
"Mom, Its 10:30, I gotta go. I left the house and headed over to the mall for my job at J.C. Penny"
Honestly I don't know how I got through that weekend, but I did. On Sunday Night, Robert brought Donna back home. I was glad to spend time with my baby. "Mama, I'm gonna be a big sister!" She told me happily. "You sure are" I said trying to smile. "I want a baby sister, and I want her to be named Ariel" She said with pride. "That's up to your daddy and... "His girlfriend" I said with clenched teeth. "You mean Cokie?" I hoped my daughter hadn't been spending too much time with that bitch, I wouldn't want her to rub off on my sweet Donna. "I love Cokie. She played with me and took me shopping for a flower girl dress she beamed." Too late. "Flower girl?" I said, nearly spitting out my diet Pepsi. "Uh-huh, Cokie and Daddy are getting married next month, and I'm the flower girl, and she'll be my step mom, and we'll all be a family!" "Hold on sweetie, first of all, Cokie is not your "step mom" she is going to be daddy's wife, that's it. And second, we ARE a family hon. you and Me, OK? Never forget that." I took Donna up to bed. "Goodnight Miss Donna Karen", I said as I tucked her in. "Shit!" I though as I shut the door. "Next month?" That was a lot sooner than I thought. I hoped Cokie's big pregnant Belly made her look awful in her wedding dress, but somehow I knew she'd look as perfect as ever. Unlike me, a sickly depressed single mom who named her daughter after a pair of jeans.
I didn't get mad a Kristy. She didn't know any better. In some ways she was still so young. I envy that so much. Sometimes I just want to be young and nieve agin. "Anastasia, you HAVE to work" my mother called up the stairs. "I'm not supporting that daughter of yours by myself" She added. I knew I had to get up, but I didn't want to, I was too depressed. Robert got Cokie Pregnant. Now they where getting married. What about Me? What about MY kid? Why was Cokie good enough to stick around for and not Me.? I slowly pulled myself out of bed, got dressed and went downstairs. "Bye" I said as I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. "Oh, no you don't" my mom barked. "Eat". I sighed. I new I had to if I didn't want my blood sugar to get low, but I really didn't feel like Moms greasy hash browns when my life was in such despair. I reluctantly sat down at the table, and started shoveling it in. "What is the matter with you lately?" My mom asked. "Nothing, I said, I uh miss Donna." I don't think she bought it. Don't get me wrong, I love my baby, but I'm usually excited when Robert takes her, so I have a little time to myself. "You're not pregnant again are you?" She ordered. "No, Mom. It'd have to be the Immaculate Conception, cause I haven't been with anyone in a long time", I assured her. "Good you'd better not be, that was a nightmare, you being pregnant with diabetes". "You worried me sick every time I saw you!" "I know mom, I know, Besides, I'm on the pill now, remember"
"Mom, Its 10:30, I gotta go. I left the house and headed over to the mall for my job at J.C. Penny"
Honestly I don't know how I got through that weekend, but I did. On Sunday Night, Robert brought Donna back home. I was glad to spend time with my baby. "Mama, I'm gonna be a big sister!" She told me happily. "You sure are" I said trying to smile. "I want a baby sister, and I want her to be named Ariel" She said with pride. "That's up to your daddy and... "His girlfriend" I said with clenched teeth. "You mean Cokie?" I hoped my daughter hadn't been spending too much time with that bitch, I wouldn't want her to rub off on my sweet Donna. "I love Cokie. She played with me and took me shopping for a flower girl dress she beamed." Too late. "Flower girl?" I said, nearly spitting out my diet Pepsi. "Uh-huh, Cokie and Daddy are getting married next month, and I'm the flower girl, and she'll be my step mom, and we'll all be a family!" "Hold on sweetie, first of all, Cokie is not your "step mom" she is going to be daddy's wife, that's it. And second, we ARE a family hon. you and Me, OK? Never forget that." I took Donna up to bed. "Goodnight Miss Donna Karen", I said as I tucked her in. "Shit!" I though as I shut the door. "Next month?" That was a lot sooner than I thought. I hoped Cokie's big pregnant Belly made her look awful in her wedding dress, but somehow I knew she'd look as perfect as ever. Unlike me, a sickly depressed single mom who named her daughter after a pair of jeans.