“What do you mean, my fault?” I shot back, rage boiling inside. “You weren’t even there! You left me on the kitchen floor, alone!”
“I had a family obligation,” he retorted, his frustration evident as he ran a hand through his hair. “It’s not like I wanted this to happen!”
“You think I wanted to be in this situation? You think I wanted to be here without you?” I was screaming now, the fear mixing with fury. “I should have had your support! But where were you?”
His face fell, anger replaced by a grimace filled with something unrecognizable. “Maybe we shouldn’t have had a kid in the first place,” he muttered, barely audible. “Maybe we weren’t ready.”
Stunned, I felt every word like a bullet. “Is that how you really feel? You’re blaming me for everything? For something we brought into this world together?”
