Humpty Dumpty
Chapter 9
"Hi Grace." I called walking into the living room, by now Grace was standing by the open fridge trying to find some food.
"Hi Kare." Grace replied not looking away from the fridge.
"Um, Grace, what are you doing this afternoon?" I asked trying to hide my dseperation while praying that she wasn't busy and would be able to come with me to my OB appointment.
"Nothing that can't be done later, why?" grace asked spinning around to face me.
"I want you to come to my OB appointment with me." I whispered suddenly feeling and sounding like a scared child.
"Sure I can, but I didn't know you had an OB appointment today, I thought it was next week." Grace replied sitting down on the couch near the TV.
"The Doctor rang about an hour ago, the results of my amnio are in and she wants me to see her today." I said shakily bearly holding it together.
"Karen, are you alright?" Grace asked me gently as I started to cry.
"Grace, do I look alright?!?!" I snapped, imeadiatly feeling gulity, Grace was trying to help me and I was being a total bitch.
"I'm sorry Grace, I'm so scared, I've never felt like this before." I sobbed in one breath.
Grace wrapped her arms around me and I clung on to her like a scared child.
"Karen, everything is going to be alright, I promise you." Grace whispered soothingly.
"How the Hell do you know that?" I yelled, getting angry again, I hated getting angry with Grace but at that moment I couldn't figure out any otrher way to react.
"I just do." Grace replied undeterred by my bitchiness.
"Come on Karen, we had better get going, you don't want to be late." Grace said getting up off the sofa.
"I guess not." I replied getting up and wiping my eyes.
The taxi ride to the Doctors office was silent with Grace just holding my hand for support, I was thinking about my life and more specifically Stan. I knew what I had to do regarding him, I had been thinking about it for a while but was to scared to act.
Once we got to the doctors office the receptionist told us there would be a 15 minute wait so I pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from my hand bag and started writing.
Dear Stan...
Chapter 9
"Hi Grace." I called walking into the living room, by now Grace was standing by the open fridge trying to find some food.
"Hi Kare." Grace replied not looking away from the fridge.
"Um, Grace, what are you doing this afternoon?" I asked trying to hide my dseperation while praying that she wasn't busy and would be able to come with me to my OB appointment.
"Nothing that can't be done later, why?" grace asked spinning around to face me.
"I want you to come to my OB appointment with me." I whispered suddenly feeling and sounding like a scared child.
"Sure I can, but I didn't know you had an OB appointment today, I thought it was next week." Grace replied sitting down on the couch near the TV.
"The Doctor rang about an hour ago, the results of my amnio are in and she wants me to see her today." I said shakily bearly holding it together.
"Karen, are you alright?" Grace asked me gently as I started to cry.
"Grace, do I look alright?!?!" I snapped, imeadiatly feeling gulity, Grace was trying to help me and I was being a total bitch.
"I'm sorry Grace, I'm so scared, I've never felt like this before." I sobbed in one breath.
Grace wrapped her arms around me and I clung on to her like a scared child.
"Karen, everything is going to be alright, I promise you." Grace whispered soothingly.
"How the Hell do you know that?" I yelled, getting angry again, I hated getting angry with Grace but at that moment I couldn't figure out any otrher way to react.
"I just do." Grace replied undeterred by my bitchiness.
"Come on Karen, we had better get going, you don't want to be late." Grace said getting up off the sofa.
"I guess not." I replied getting up and wiping my eyes.
The taxi ride to the Doctors office was silent with Grace just holding my hand for support, I was thinking about my life and more specifically Stan. I knew what I had to do regarding him, I had been thinking about it for a while but was to scared to act.
Once we got to the doctors office the receptionist told us there would be a 15 minute wait so I pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from my hand bag and started writing.
Dear Stan...