I arrived at Jon's apartment and I reached for the door which is slightly opened, he is on a call and I heard something that sounds like, "oh c'mon Alex."Alex? What the actual fuck! That little, tiny, scrawny, cringe worthy, pale looking human with no zero fashion taste called Alex! The Alex that walked in on me naked in my Jon's room, is the same Alex that he is on the phone with? I thought we've settled this issue? I thought we've agreed that I'm calling off the wedding. I mean, Alex isn't worthy to be Jon's other woman! I stormed into the parlor, snatched the ridiculous phone from Jon's hand and said into the phone, "bye Alex. I'm here with my man now!" "Oh c'mon Tess." Jon said casually."You promised me, Jon," I said as I tossed his phone on the couch. "Promised what?""Oh puh. . . . Pleassseee. I'm calling off the wedding. It's you and I from now on." I replied."So, what promise? Tess." He asked again.Suddenly, it dawned on me that there was never a promise. So I decided t

Jon kept knocking on the bathroom door. "It's everything alright in there?" he asked in a comforting voice.I came out, holding the test and I stretched out my hands to give it to him. But, he didn't take it. "What's it say?" He asked."Congratulations, Daddy," I squealed."Huh, No way". He looked bewildered."Yes way.""You're kidding. Right?" "Nope. I'm pregnant."Jon walked glumly to his bed and laid on the bed, facing upwards. I laid next to him, took his hands, and waited for more. Perhaps an embrace, a kiss, a gentle touch, a few tears or a *'I'm proud of us'* moment. "Are . . . .you sure. . . it's mine?""Yes," I said. "You know, that question is insulting and it saddens my heart. I haven't had sex with Max since—well, since forever. And you know I'm telling the truth.""Are you really sure about that? What of this month? Not once? This isn't the time to be exaggerating. Tess.""Yes. I'm completely sure," I said firmly. It is the truth. I remembered Andrew, my high school f

I woke up very early and strode to my living room in my nightwear. Max moved out of my apartment to his house last night, he just took his clothes and he will be coming back later for the rest of his belongings. I made myself a cup of coffee, went back to my dressing room to pick clothes. I'll be going to inform Sandra that my wedding has been cancelled and as such, she's been relieved of her maid of honor duties till further notice.* * * * * * * * * * * *I arrived at Sandra's apartment on the Park Avenue East. * * * * * * * * * * * * *"What's wrong?" She asked as she answered the door.I suddenly got this wave of comfort as those familiar words of hers soothed me. Sandra is a true friend, and every time she asks me*'what's wrong'*, she's goes Into *mommy bear* mode and follows it up with a *'everything's gonna be alright'*. Sandra can fix anything, which always makes me feel better.I took a deep breath and walked into her orderly, neat and standard apartment. She was rattling ab

I burst into Jon's sloppy studio, where he sat cross-legged on the floor, playing a melody on his guitar that sounded vaguely like the refrain in "Angel eyes."He looked up at me, his expression a blend of annoyance and bemusement. "What's wrong *now*?" he said.I resent his use of the word *now*, implying that I'm always in a crisis. I couldn't help what had happened to me. So I hurled myself to the floor, and started narrating the whole story, sparing no detail. Still, nothing from Jon, no outrage from my new beau. Or at least shock. Well, I kept going with the story, with a little exaggeration, yet it still didn't whip him into the same frenzy state that I'm in. Jon ran his hand exhaustively through his hair. "How can you be mad when we did the same thing? Don't we want our friends to be as happy as we are?" he fired at me. That's beside the point, because it's not the same thing. "Hell no. We don't want them to be happy!" I screamed at him.Jon took his guitar, started playin

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