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Tasha felt alone, abandoned, she had no one to talk to during meals or to tell her day, even sleeping in bed was impossible now, she missed the human warmth on her side, a Donald cushion still smelled, her clothes , her shirts still smelled like him, her intense perfume that she hated before, today she misses. This is how she spends her days, wakes up with a severe headache after falling asleep crying, has breakfast alone, went out to lunch with her mother, spends the afternoon at work or at home watching TV, has dinner and goes to the bedroom trying to sleep some of her husband's clothes.
[...] - I, I ... I'm going to ask for a divorce - Tasha said after a few seconds, closing her eyes quickly before more tears trickle down her face. [...]
-I'm pregnant...