After the therapeutic discussion with Jon, I made a decision to phone my parents and inform them that the wedding has been cancelled, and of course tell them my shocking discovery today. The earlier I make the call, the higher my chances of narrating the event in my own way. I phoned my family house, my fathered answered, and I told him to put Mom on the other extension."Mom, Dad, the wedding is off. I'm sorry," I said stoically. I don't know if I was too stoic, because my parents instantly assumed that I'm solely to blame for the breakup. "My dear, Max would never cancel a wedding the week before it was to take place," my mother said. She has automatically turned on her sob switch, wailing about how much she loves Max Jordan. I could hear my Dad hushing her up, that he wants to talk.My parents are making me out to be a villian, or, some evil white witch, that spreads sorrows and sadness wherever she goes. At this point, I know I have to drop the closet-story bomb on them. I nar
I woke up on Jon's bed—a bright morning after yesterday's great closet fiasco. This morning feels different. Everything feels so different. I looked around, noticing how bright the morning sun is in his apartment. I studied Jon's profile and his frenzy dark hair as it hit me that the end of our saga has finally come. Jon and I are a done deal with a baby on the way. There's no more Max to creep back to. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I anticipated breaking the news to my friends, coworkers, and acquaintances.What explanation will Max offer to his friends and family? I just wish Max and I have a spokesperson each, so they will contact each other to agree on one unified statement. Just like in all celebrity breakups. Still, after five and a half years, you know a person very well, and I'm positive that Max will keep the indelicate details to himself. I have to consider my options. With Max's silence, I can spin things pretty much my way. Perhaps, tell the whole truth, confess my rela
I maneuvered my way through the busy city's streets to the subway. As I sat down in the moving train, I started considering my strategy on how to break the news. I think I better tell Vanessa. I mean, she's my coworker and my new all-round best friend. She's been promoted from work best friend to all-round best friend, because Sandra has been fired! And, as such, Vanessa is free to spread the word, criticize and spare no ailing detail about Sandra.But, seems that my *tell-on-tell* won't be today, because Vanessa has an out-of-office meeting with a potential new client this morning. Maybe, I should just stick with Jon's suggestion, write an email and get it over and done with. * * * * * * * * * * * * * I got to my office, settled into my chair in front of my computer and quickly rattled in my breaking news:*'Good morning, everyone. This is to inform you all that my wedding will not be taking place this Saturday. It was a tough decision, but I know I'm doing the right thing. I'm aw
"Omigod! This is so good!" I moaned loudly, as I kept pounding on top Jon. His hands are on my waist aiding me to move up and down in a steady rhythm. My full, perky breasts bouncing because of the movement of my waist, and my hair all swept up to stop it from getting in the way when I want to kiss Jon, and I really want to keep seeing this gorgeous man's face. Jon rolled me over, my back to the bed and he is on top of me, kissing me hungrily. "You taste so good, my baby," he whispered in my ears, and made for my neck, kissing and licking with each rhythmic throb.A shiver ran down my spine and I began scratching and clawing his back. I can't have enough of him. "I want you everytime. I love you so much," I said. "I'm about to come, baby," Jon said.I whispered that he's allowed to, after all we have a baby on the way. There's nothing like *'extra pregnant'*, it's either you're pregnant or not, and no one can get pregnant on top of an already existing pregnancy. Jon came, looked a
Jon and I headed back to his apartment after dinner. As I walked in through the door, I rushed to check my messages. I have thirty at work, fifteen at home. So, in nine hours, I've gotten forty-five messages. Only five are work related, so, this means forty personal messages. I sat at Jon's leather seat in his parlor, listening to the words of support as I took notes on a pad. I got to the very last message, the third message from Vanessa. I looked up at Jon. "They didn't call," I said shocked. "Neither one of them." "Did you think they would?" Jon asked."Yes. They owe me a call. Especially Sandra.""But you said that you never wanted to speak to her again."I shot him an angry look. "She should still try to call and apologize. . . . "Jon gave me this disgusting look and shrugged. I ignored him. "And as for Max, I have to talk to him. About logistics. The wedding stuff," I said. "None of them called. Unbelievable."Jon shrugged again. "I don't know what to tell you.""Okay. For th
Today is my first prenatal doctor's appointment. Jon came with me, but only after I had guilt-tripped him into it. As we sat together in the waiting room, I filled out insurance forms while he slipped through a *Us Weekly* magazine, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else in the world. The receptionist called my name, I stood up, Jon stayed put. "Come on," I said impatiently."Can't I wait here?"A very pregnant woman, sitting with her husband, glance disdainfully at Jon."Get up now," I hissed at him. He sighed loudly and got up. We followed a nurse to the corridor behind the waiting room, and then she asked me to step on the scale."With all my clothes on?" I asked. I made a firm policy to only weigh myself naked and first thing in the morning. Or after a long sweat at a the gym. And, I stick with that policy. "Yes," the nurse said impatiently. I slipped off my *Gucci* ballet flats, handed my heavy silver cuff bracelet to Jon, and instructed him to turn around. He rolled his e
It's been two weeks since after what would have been my wedding, and I decided to go on a furniture-shopping expedition. Max had moved out completely, and I didn't like how empty my apartment looked. So I dragged Jon with me. We took the subway uptown to Bliz and walked over to Pick and Hard on Paddington Avenue. As we pushed open the glass doors, a sudden wave of sadness overcame me. I remembered my last visit to this store, when Max and I registered for wedding gifts. I shared this memory with Jon."Hmm. The good ol' days," he said, following me to the second floor. As we moved, I admired a circular raspberry table with medium tapered legs. And, it's exactly what I wanted, but I never imagined finding it so easily. I swept my hand across the smooth surface. "This is perfectly splendid. You like it? What do you think? Picture it with upholstered chairs. Something in dark red or scarlet?""Yeah. Sounds good," Jon said. He's not paying attention because he was staring at something be
A sudden wave of nausea woke me up. As I sat up, I waited to know exactly what's actually going on with my body and then, my brain screamed at me to *run!* I ran into the toilet and puked up the biryani I had for dinner last night at Indira Ganti, an Indian restaurant. I flushed, rinsed my mouth with Listerine, and brushed my teeth. I was about leaving the bathroom, when another wave overcame me and this time around, the whole pepper, meat and vegetables came running out. I flushed, rinsed and brushed again. What a sad way to start the day I'm turning thirty, morning sickness is really a *shitty thing*. I collapsed onto the floor and moaned loudly in other to wake up Jon so that he can rescue me.Jon still laid on the bed sleeping. Max would have heard me puking, he's a very light sleeper. I sat there on the bathroom floor and moaned louder this time, Jon still couldn't hear me. I stood up from the cold tile and returned to bed, whimpering, "cuddle me."Jon snored in response.I m