I was hoping you’d disappear. See, I’ve come to realize that though I hate my life, I abhor yours. You and all of your perfection, your pride, your happiness. You and your perfect family with your picket fence and house on the hill. So then, as I sat there at my window watching the rain pour into that very lonely night, I couldn’t help but wish you away. I awoke from peace, leaning against a cool window and pulling a blanket over my shoulder. You hadn’t crossed my mind…until the pregnancy test caught my gaze. Will I never be rid of you?