When I got married, I was only 18. I saw John as my savior, as my soul-mate. I was working as a receptionist in a hair salon and John was a technician in a pharmaceutical laboratory.
I really thought my life was great. Until the day I told my husband I was pregnant. He had looked happy by his impending fatherhood. His mother, who lived next door, had also looked happy.
Or so I thought.
The day after I told his the news, he never came back from work. He left me. That day, my life changed. I was pregnant and alone.
Two years later, my life is back on track. I have a house, a job (not too interesting, but hey, it pays the bill) and I had mended my broken heart.
Until..