This is the end of Jessica's and Calvin's story. I really hope that you enjoy reading this book. The next chapters will be set more in the future and how Jessica works as a mother.
"How does that make you feel," My therapist asks for the nth time. I sigh at his question. I'm trying to not get annoyed. However, this conversation doesn't seem to go anywhere. "I mean, it doesn't feel good at all. My mom was abusive to me and caused me to become like this. That woman never loved me, she never cared for me, and she left me when I needed her the most," I respond. I have already gone over my mother with Dr. Khumalo. He knows that it is still a touchy subject for me, she is already gone. "Yes. We have gone over the actions inflicted on you by her. However, I have noticed that you have not grieved her passing," I released a huff of disbelief. Does he expect me to grieve her? I'm glad that the woman is dead. "I don't care. She should've thought of that before abusing me. I hate her," The LCPC writes down some things in his notebook. I sigh, I don't like that he's writing all of this down. I know that it's his job but I still feel judged by him. "Your hatred for your
I'm so done right now. As the cynical cephalopod says in the television show about marine animals: Another day, another migraine. I enjoy being promoted. That statement needs to be put out there. I'm not complaining about getting the job that I have wanted since University. The hours are good, the pay is even better, and I can even see the behind-the-scenes of many events. It's amazing and I love everything about this occupation. It doesn't mean that there aren't any downsides to this job. One of the main problems is finding someone to replace my old position. This would be fine if I wasn't pregnant. Thanks to the embezzling creep, my request for maternal leave has been temporarily denied. Turns out that finding a new replacement is a must. As the managing department stated 'the first task as the new manager of Little Celia's Ballet Studio is to choose the next lead dancer', so I have to do this before I can take care of myself and my little bun. Words cannot begin the absolut
I don't think that dating is for me. Honestly, I haven't even moved on. He occupies my mind, I feel him everywhere as I long for his protected touch. I dream about him with fantasies of what could've, should've, and would've been. I'm pretty sure that my therapist's eyes reached the back of his head when I mentioned one word about him. He suggests that I move on. He goes on to say that I need to preoccupy my mind with the closure that Calvin gave me. I agree with him wholeheartedly. Moving is the right thing to do, but I don't know where to start. "I'm giving up," The constant banging echoing on the stage is interrupted by my declaration. Gabrielle, with her ballet shoes still in her hands, twists her head at almost the speed of light. A shiver runs down my spine as those green orbs stare into my essence. "I don't think that it's right for me to date right now. I mean, after everything between Calvin and I, I feel like I'm betraying him," Gabrielle slams the pointe shoes. I can
I truly did not think that I would meet someone like Seth. He is funny, sweet, and his presence makes me smile. I even told him about my daughter, and he accepted the information. Maybe when I am ready, I will introduce him to my little Addie. I see a future with him. I just hope that I am not getting my hopes up. As we cuddle on his couch and watch ‘To Love and Lose’ I look up and stare into his handsome face. He looks down at me and his aqua eyes takes a glimpse of my soul. We lean into each other, and our lips meet in a heart-warming embrace. Seth slides his hands onto my cheek as he deepens the kiss. I
Life is crazy. You don't know what you're doing half the time. And even when you do something right, other people will screw you over. I have been on this earth for twenty-seven years, and I still find new ways to be disappointed. The soft, white, and fluffy fleece blankets are wrapped around me. My eyes flutter as I look around my surroundings. My clothes are scattered all around his room. I silently chuckle when I see his shirt hanging from the ceiling lamp. I have my alarms silenced because I must get out of bed before the guy wakes up. With quite purposeful precision, I get out of bed and pick up my clothes from the ground. I tiptoe around the room and dress up. The guy groans and moves around his bed. I turn my head and stay still. The panic in me spikes as I see him move. If he wakes up, then I'm screwed. I hate having conversations with one-night stands; it is always so awkward. But the panic subdues when he remains in his bed sleeping. Luckily, he seems to be a deep sleeper
I have a fabulous friend. And if it isn’t obvious by now, the person that I am talking about is Christine Gyamfi. And if you don't know who she is, then read the other book; The Light's Shadow. It's an original book that she wrote herself. I personally didn't read the book, but I'm sure that you will. I mean, why are you reading this then? But that's beside the point. Christine is awesome. She is hilarious, kind, and sweet. The woman also treats everyone around her with respect. She is one of the few people that fuels my faith in humanity. She’s an author and has written great books including ‘Live your Life’ and honestly, she deserved it. She went through hell and back to become the thing that she wanted to be. I fuck with her because of that. When I first knew her, I thought that she was a popular chatty bitch that talked shit about people behind their backs. However, that was based on the rumors I heard about her. These rumors came from actual fake bitches who act nice in fro
I am annoyed at Calvin Gyamfi. Christine has put such a good word of him, and yet he couldn’t come to her birthday party. But I cannot be mad at him. Calvin is a very occupied man, so it's no surprise that he didn't come to Christine's birthday party. But he promised her. When it comes to being there for your siblings, you must know that there is a bond, unlike any friendship. However, that's why I am Christine's best friend. I need to present her with the best gift. Even though it isn't her birthday anymore. I am not an idiot, though. I highly doubt that the CEO of Danial’s Corporation will reply to me without thinking that I'm some liar. And even if he does, it could take months for him to consider coming to Toronto. But, if I can persuade him, then I’m sure that she’ll meet him again. I have a lot of planning ahead of me. But right now, I am comforting a moping Christine. Both of us are sitting on our favourite rotting bench in High Park. We always sit here to talk about stuf
'Hello, You must be Jessica. I’ve heard so much about you from Christine. And I understand that you are worried about your best friend. But if I could visit my little sister, don’t you think I would? There’s something holding me back, and the conflict that Christine and I have is between her and me. I don't need people like you to interfere. Please know that Jessica' Those words above are not what I expected. At all. The smile I had on my face is now morphing into a sinister scowl. Calvin said no. That piece of crap said no to me. He said no to coming to visit her only sister. Really? And you read that too right? The way he wrote it was so condescending. He acts like a pompous prick. How can he think that what he is doing is something to overlook? Christine is upset because of him, and he isn't doing anything about it. Whatever conflict they have that's preventing him from coming can wait. Right now, he needs to be here. He should be lucky that I am trying to help him. Nothing