You don’t know this but the day you called from abroad to say you had met someone else and couldn’t talk to me anymore was the day I was going to tell you I had lost our baby a few weeks earlier. That last night we spent together when you made me feel like a hooker cos I had walk out of the hotel alone, was the night our child was conceived. I lost our baby and even though you didn’t know, I hate you for the conversation you didn’t give me a chance to have with you. I hate the fact that I blamed myself – that maybe I had done something wrong. I’m over you but I will never get over the big empty space inside me. You’ll never know how close you came to being a father and I can never tell you. I do wish you happiness and I hope no one ever hurts you as much as you hurt me that day…..
Are you kidding yourself? It sounds to me like he was never going to stay in your life anyway if he took you to a motel and had you leave alone.