Tears Dry on Their Own

Tears Dry on Their Own

I was at home, being the absolute homebody that I am, when I got a text from my friend. “Are you pregnant?” We talked about eyebrow tinting, and I was my quirky self; I didn’t see how the two correlated. I reply and say, “no.” I didn’t hear from her until the following morning. She said, “J’s baby mother posted about a gender reveal, so I assumed it was you, and I got excited.” I’m lying down in my bed, shocked. “Please show me because I’m confused.” A few seconds later, my confusion turned into anger. I played it off like it didn’t bother me. Like my feelings weren’t hurt. Deep down, devastated. Not because he was expecting but because he never told me. He hid this for months. We talked for six months; he got someone pregnant in the first two months of us talking. So many opportunities to come clean, and I had to find out from an excited friend.

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Ivelisse Torres

Since I can remember, my greatest joy has come from helping people. I hope that my writing can help you as it begins to heal me.