I'm not going to tell you not to be angry. But what was I to do? I was pregnant. And alone. And the love of my life had just wasted away before my eyes, and there had been nothing I could do but watch it happen.
And there he was, someone to listen. Someone to just... Listen. I didn't ask for it. It happened.
Be angry. Hate me because I couldn't live alone for the rest of my life, if you must. But don't hate him because he stepped in when no other man would have.