She shook her head as a tear slid down her face, 'He doesn't love me. If he loved me, he would have called every day or every other day or just called at some point. He didn't and he hasn't. I think it's over. And now...now I feel really stupid. Barbara, he's not coming back and if he does, I shouldn't take him back.'
She had been thinking on this all day. Now, she hoped to god that she saw more of herself in her child than Sam. She couldn't imagine how she'd feel seeing Sam in her daughter, when he just left her like this. It hurt so damn much and she had been far too shocked and numb to admit it for the past few days. A month ago everything seemed fine. Everything was a mess a big, terrible mess.