So I'm Pregnant.

Yeah, that's right. I know we haven't spoken in months.
I hadn't thought of you since you ripped my heart out,
menacingly shit on it,
and shut off my end of the checking account.
I know you were under a lot of stress, I completely understand.
Going to Iraq can mess with a person's mind.
Oh, you still say you made the right decision, huh?
That's cool.
I just stopped by today to tell you that I'm having your child.
I haven't had an ultrasound yet, no. But its there.
What do you mean it can't be yours?
We lived together for a year! We made love nearly every night!
Well, anyway, I'm not going to let you upset me.
You fucked me over once, and I'm not going to allow you to let me lose my baby.
I just wanted you to know about it. Didn't want you to be shocked in 6 months.
That's cool that you don't want to talk to me anymore.
Hell, I didn't want to come and talk to you about this, but I did.
When I have the baby, you will have the opportunity to take a blood test to further verify what I already know.
There's been no other than you.
Seriously, it's okay. You don't need to make excuses.
And your accusations make me laugh because even you know they're out of line.
I'm prepared to care for this child on my own.
I just wanted you to have the option to be involved.
I'll tell him or her when they're old enough to know about you.
No, I won't tell them how you screwed me over.
I won't tell them how you cheated.
How you lied.
I'll tell them you were an honorable man who was probably just under a lot of stress from the impending war.
And if our child is anywhere near smart, they'll just KNOW I'm lying.