The Lovers Who Were - 4 (Patreon)

I knew something was wrong over the next few weeks. We had continued to have sex leading up through that time, but always with the proper size condoms. That month after my first time, I felt sick as hell. I remember thinking that there was no way I could be pregnant because we always used protection (the dickhead never told me that the condom broke during our first sex). Once my period had been late, I walked back to the campus pharmacy and searched for the pregnancy tests. I remember how ashamed and stupid I felt. Rather than face the judging eyes of the clerk and other students, I stole that pregnancy test. It didn’t take long afterward to confirm what I’d already suspected: I was fucking pregnant. 

A million thoughts rushed through my mind, but then I thought: “Kyle loves me, he would never leave me.” I would come to find out that just how wrong I was. I decided to tell him a couple days later during one of our “date nights.” I struggled all evening with finding the courage to tell him. Even after having sex with him, I laid on my side of the bed. I remember how ashamed I felt afterward. When I turned to face him, I knew it was time to drop the bomb. The words did not come easy as I whispered out with tremendous difficulty, “I’m pregnant.”

My heart dropped, and I felt my throat tighten when he looked at me and replied, “You’re kidding, right?” The asshole even started to laugh as if it were some kind of joke. 

I was blown away at that moment. Did it look like I was fucking kidding?! I don’t know if it was denial or a true lack of compassion once he finally understood that this wasn’t a game. He quickly got to his feet and made his way to the door to gather his clothes and belongings. He told me then he needed time to think. Kyle left me there to cry myself to sleep that night. Little did I know the worst was yet to come. He ultimately showed me his true colors through his refusal to accept reality or responsibility. During the following week, he ignored all of my calls, texts, and emails. I found out later from one of our mutual friends that he’d transferred to another nearby university weeks later. I still remember the last thing he said to me back then: 

“How do I know it’s even mine?” 

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Story created in collaboration with Gymbo 

~SA

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