Humpty Dumpty
Chapter 14
About 5 hours later.
"Yeah, fuck you too, Stan!" I screamed into the the phone, slamming it down, the bastard thinks that because I filed for divorce, after he left me, pregnant with his child to escape going to goddamn prison that he has a right to cancel my credit cards, as I hung up the phone the urge to drink or take something becomes almost uncontrolable, it was easy enough to keep off the booze and drugs while I was happy and calm, infact I didn't even think about drining half the time. But stress and upset make it very difficult to resist any remaining tempation.
I flop down on the bed and tried to relax, I'm so riled up I could scream, I need a drink, I need a drink, I need a drink, the my brain screams louder and louder, I get up off of the bed with some difficulty since I'm getting so big and walk out to the kitchen, "One glass of wine won't hurt," I told myself out loud searching for some red wine. I had read in one of the baby books that drinking the occasional glass of red wine after the first trimester would not do any harm, or at least I think I did.
I find some decent wine and pour myself out a small glass, I'm glad that I'm home alone because if Will or Grace were to walk in now I'd never hear the end of it. I feel guilty as I take the first sip, I'm failing, giving up, because that fat bastard is making life difficult for me, but then again the wine tastes so good, and the light buzz that even a sip gives me is instantly relaxing.
I walk over to Will's brown leather chair the one that faces the fireplace and sink into it, I have fallen in love with this chair, it is not to my taste at all but it is so comfortable and suppots my constanly sore back just right. I run one hand over my now huge stomach and continue sipping the wine "Hey baby," I think out loud. "What am I going to call you?" coming up with a first name was so much difficult than figuring out a middle name, Grace was an instantious choice for me, God knows where I would be without her, I'd probably be face down in a gutter somewhere because Stan would have kicked me out of the manse, drunk and buzzed, hardly even aware of the fact I was six months pregnant and not caring anyway.
The following morning
I moaned as I woke up with a throbbing headache and waited for my vision to clear a little, I realized that i was still in the chair and that the entire bottle of wine and two others were empty on the floor beside me, "Christ, what have I done." I whispered as my hands flew instinctivley to my stomach as if to protect my little girl, I felt her kick my hands and said a silent prayer hoping that my drinking spree hadn't causeed her any harm.
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Chapter 14
About 5 hours later.
"Yeah, fuck you too, Stan!" I screamed into the the phone, slamming it down, the bastard thinks that because I filed for divorce, after he left me, pregnant with his child to escape going to goddamn prison that he has a right to cancel my credit cards, as I hung up the phone the urge to drink or take something becomes almost uncontrolable, it was easy enough to keep off the booze and drugs while I was happy and calm, infact I didn't even think about drining half the time. But stress and upset make it very difficult to resist any remaining tempation.
I flop down on the bed and tried to relax, I'm so riled up I could scream, I need a drink, I need a drink, I need a drink, the my brain screams louder and louder, I get up off of the bed with some difficulty since I'm getting so big and walk out to the kitchen, "One glass of wine won't hurt," I told myself out loud searching for some red wine. I had read in one of the baby books that drinking the occasional glass of red wine after the first trimester would not do any harm, or at least I think I did.
I find some decent wine and pour myself out a small glass, I'm glad that I'm home alone because if Will or Grace were to walk in now I'd never hear the end of it. I feel guilty as I take the first sip, I'm failing, giving up, because that fat bastard is making life difficult for me, but then again the wine tastes so good, and the light buzz that even a sip gives me is instantly relaxing.
I walk over to Will's brown leather chair the one that faces the fireplace and sink into it, I have fallen in love with this chair, it is not to my taste at all but it is so comfortable and suppots my constanly sore back just right. I run one hand over my now huge stomach and continue sipping the wine "Hey baby," I think out loud. "What am I going to call you?" coming up with a first name was so much difficult than figuring out a middle name, Grace was an instantious choice for me, God knows where I would be without her, I'd probably be face down in a gutter somewhere because Stan would have kicked me out of the manse, drunk and buzzed, hardly even aware of the fact I was six months pregnant and not caring anyway.
The following morning
I moaned as I woke up with a throbbing headache and waited for my vision to clear a little, I realized that i was still in the chair and that the entire bottle of wine and two others were empty on the floor beside me, "Christ, what have I done." I whispered as my hands flew instinctivley to my stomach as if to protect my little girl, I felt her kick my hands and said a silent prayer hoping that my drinking spree hadn't causeed her any harm.
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