Karantina found me newlyweds from her fiancé and with a baby in her womb
2020-05-04 09:54:09
TiranaPost
I was looking forward to opening the phone as I waited for his face to appear on camera. "I'm pregnant," I told him when he answered and his eyes widened in surprise. Then he told me not to worry that we would stick to our plan. We would rent a house together, we would work and the three of us would live. We had this conversation on January 11, the next day he disappeared.
As long as I can remember, I photographed a future where I had it all: a successful life and work.
Everything seemed fine between us.
We met each other's families and planned to move to the UK. We even adopted a kitten. One night, walking home, he got down on his knees, proposed to me, and we got engaged. I looked a little surprised, but I felt it was right.
When I told her I was pregnant, I was with my parents in England, and he was with his parents in Hungary.
He never called me again. Maybe his phone broke, he lost it, it burned, it broke, but he would have written to me on Facebook. If he did not love the child, he could have written from those long speeches made by the frightened boys in these cases, to suggest that I have an abortion, but no, he simply disappeared.
It was clear, then, that he did not want to know about me or the baby.
Two weeks after I found out I was pregnant, I had hemorrhage. I thought I would have an abortion. I made an urgent echo and it turned out well. I sent him a picture, no matter how badly he was treated. I thought if he looked at the picture, he would start loving it because I still loved it.
He did not answer me again. Even his family was ignoring me. I wrote to my mother and sister several times on social media, telling them that I wanted them to be a part of my child's life, but they also ignored me. Everyone suddenly hated me and I felt so alone.
I would be lying if I said I don’t have feelings for him yet, but they fade every day. Coronavirus isolation did me good. I locked myself in the house with my family and am enjoying the pregnancy. I am 5 months old now and I can't say that in the midst of the happiness of expecting a baby I am also scared. I will bring her into the world in the midst of a pandemic, and this scares me more than the fact that I will raise her as a single mother.
I didn’t want the child to grow up without a father figure or male role model at home, but that was his choice.
I write to him every two weeks telling him about the progress of the state, but his email responses have been ice cold.
If my isi decided not to be a father to his child, it is in his conscience. I can't stop that. I gave him the opportunity to be present during the birth, but he said no, and he did not show interest in the name we will give him.
When everything is over, the coronavirus has escaped and I have given birth to my child, I know that I will feed, clean, caress and educate him, just as I know that I will inherit strength and endurance.
* Metro Source
