I had a dream last night that somehow provoked a memory today. Do you remember when I was six months pregnant with our son and I was coming home from the doctor (out of town) and had car trouble? I ended up in the parking lot of an abandoned store, and because I was not from that area and didn’t have anyone to help me, I called you for help. Instead of helping me, you said, “I’m at work so I can’t do anything to help you.” Hmm, I think your boss would’ve understood that you couldn’t leave me stranded, but IDK, maybe he’s an asshole like you. So yeah, about that day. No, I have never forgotten or forgiven you for that. I had a very difficult pregnancy, and I needed you! WTF?! You didn’t even care if I made it home or not. I needed you.
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