Welcome to the World

Fighting all alone feels indescribable. Sad, disappointed, want to throw tantrums, want to be angry, hate, emotional, frustrated. But to whom?

What worries me, it's been three weeks more than the doctor expected. And I never gave birth. Although I often experience contraction. However, the amniotic fluid has not broken until now. And even more unlucky, I have a husband who is always frivolous. I haven't considered it anymore. Relationships that were once bland are now like ups and downs and even ebb to continuity until he don't know where to go home. Gerald never ate at home again. However, I have prepared the food. In the end, I finished the food myeself. He came home to buy food after that hurriedly left. Even though sometimes, he found me in pain, holding a pain in my stomach. In Gerald's eyes, I no longer exist.

I cried, faced my back luck. I should have gone to the doctor to check the womb. I'm afraid something terrible happened—all the evil thoughts running through