One time I missed my period. I panicked. I told him.
He was quiet.
Then he said, “So what are you going to do?”
I said, “WE? What are we going to do?”
He replied, “I’m not ready to be a father.”
Okay.
But the funny part is, this is the same man who was always saying: “I want a baby with you.” “You’d be a good mother.” “I want to put a baby in you.”
So you want to put it in… but you don’t want to take care of it?
I went to the clinic. Turns out it was stress.
When I told him I wasn’t pregnant, he was suddenly happy. He even said, “Thank God.”
I stared at him. Then I smiled.
Because that day I realized, some men don’t love you. They love the benefits of you.
And the moment responsibility shows up, they start acting like victims.
I left him shortly after. Not because of the scare… but because I saw the future and it looked like single motherhood.
A día de hoy me sigue pareciendo acojonante que lo hayan dejado porque al tío, con 30 años, le diese miedo formar una familia, cogerse de vez en cuando un AVE Madrid-Málaga y separarse de la consola