My hands shook as I held the test and the bright blue lines stared back at me.
'Fuck.'
The hotel room stank of booze and sex. It stank of my shame. How did it come this way? How did I get on this path of self-loathing and destruction?
Looking at my drawn out, gaunt appearance in the mirror, I felt sick. I looked sick.
How the hell am I going to get out of this one? My mine screamed, cursed and hated me all at once.
I picked up my mobile phone and booked a flight, my next phone call was to Jonathan.
'Babe... it's me. Meet me at the airport. We gotta talk...'
About Me
- Beth C
- Mother. Wife of Neil. Member of the punk rock band Delicious Liaisons.
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