In A Time Of Confusion [-[My story]-]

[CamCamPup33]

MOREE!

Willy-- Im sorry, That must have been so hard.

[ILoveMyAbbyGirl]

Wow! Didn't know it was that sad!

[trayi52]

Start writing, I love your story. Just shows how good it is! See your writing is so good that people can identify with it. I love that! It is wonderful, so you write some more. Its nice to be reminded of my dad. Okay?

Love ya!
Willie

[ILoveMyAbbyGirl]

I went out into the hallway to avoid being confronted by my mother. I sobbed
into Graham’s shoulder as he rubbed my back, trying to unsuccessfully calm me.
After ten minutes of constant crying, I finally stopped; red eyed and tired and we
went back home.
Graham drove home, because I was still in shock of what had just happened.
My father would never see his grandkids, and it was all because of a drunk driver.
Graham had talked to my mother and she said he was driving and a drunk driver
going the wrong way on the wrong side of the street hit him head on. The worst part
is, he was driving to come see me and so he could find out about the triplets.

[green_chameleon_girl]

more!!

[G.P.girl]

MORE!

[trayi52]

More! More! More!

[ILoveMyAbbyGirl]

OK OK OK! I'm typing!

*types really fast*

[catnapper]

Originally posted by ILoveMyAbbyGirl
OK OK OK! I'm typing!

*types really fast*

Can you type faster?

Please?

[ILoveMyAbbyGirl]

I got home and sat on the couch. I stared blankly at the TV that wasn’t turned
on.
“Are you gonna be okay, Kers?” Graham asked, sitting next to me and
kissing my forehead.
“I don’t know.” I replied in an almost silent whisper.
“Your mom seemed sad that you didn’t talk to her.” he said, turning to face
me.
“I don’t care.” I said. “She doesn’t want anything to do with my kids, I don’t
want anything to do with her.”
“Kersey, I really wish you would talk to her.” Graham said, putting his hand on
my knee. I didn’t say anything.
“Let’s just order a pizza tonight, how’s that sound?” he asked. I nodded.

It’s been a few months since my father’s passing. It has had a huge effect on
me, and I went to a family therapist the first month and a half after. Now, being 8
months pregnant, the doctor told me I need to spend the last couple weeks relaxing,
and not being so stressed out. She put me on a depression medication that I have
had to take everyday for the past two months.
The baby room was coming to a finish. We had three cribs, stocked up on
diapers, and every necessity a baby would possibly need. We were fully aware that
these kids could come any day now.
The phone rang and I reluctantly picked it up.
“Hello?” I said into the phone.
“Hi, it’s mom.” the voice said. I rolled my eyes.
“What?” I said sarcastically.
“I just want you to know I love you.” she said.
“It sure doesn’t seem like it.”
“Well I’m your mother, I do care.” she said. I could tell she was holding back
tears.
“Please call me when you go into labor.” she whispered and hung up.

[G.P.girl]

will she call her????more!!

[molucass]

Come on! Keep typing... I loveee this!

[catnapper]

Aww... mom's trying. Please don't keep us in suspense. We love this story!

[green_chameleon_girl]

MOOOOOORRRRRRRRE

[molucass]

Heyy,, where ya at???

Moreeee!