Exactly one year ago I found out I was pregnant. I was surprisingly calm for someone who was about to become a single mother on a rebhara's salary. I am currently unemployed but my baby and I have never gone to bed hungry. #TinodiwaMhani#Blessedt
Even if you stop talking, you still carry what you learned, how you changed, what they meant to you. In that sense, youβre never truly strangers again β just people with a shared chapter thatβs closed.
Isn't it strange how people can go from strangers to friends, friends to lovers and then strangers again. It's almost poetic - in a tragic way. We build entire emotional worlds with someone: shared jokes, routines, memories, private language.
Thereβs something bittersweet about it:
Strangers β curiosity
Friends β trust
Lovers β vulnerability
Strangers again β history
The last stage is the hardest because you canβt unknow someone.
I need my baby daddy to understand that sometimes all I want is answers as to why his child is this way. I'm doing the best that I can but zvimwe zvacho zvinenge zvedzinza
Sometimes I like to play Russian roulette with my feelings. I'll dial Mr M's number knowing the chances are very high he won't pick up and my feelings will be hurt. I wish I had better self destructive habits