Foreign True Love Story | Two men, the soon-to-be-born baby and me

When I met him, I was three months pregnant and engaged. We were at a mutual friend's dinner party, and he made me laugh, was cute, and was completely single. He saw me wearing a wedding ring and heard me explain why I had a big belly, but still helped me pay for dinner and walked home with me. A few weeks later, we made an appointment to go to the morning movie together.

After watching the movie, I invited him home and mixed a glass of vodka orange juice for him. I drank water, but my heart floated like I was drunk on a first date.

Of course this must not be dating, how could it be? The piece of meat in my stomach was so big that I was engaged to the biological father of the piece. Impossible, no one has ever mentioned the word "dating". At ten o'clock, I was lying alone in bed, but the lovely single man toured my house once before leaving, telling me that my glass sliding door was going to be fitted with a stronger lock. The next day he came over and asked the concierge to hand over a broom handle to me so that he could hold the sliding glass door from behind.

Where is my fiancé? He was in another city, thousands of miles away. We have been using this model for many years, although people are separated, but the hearts are together. We see each other once a month, and it was okay to do that, but then I got pregnant and had to plan for the future. We decided to get married (finally) and head together to his accommodation in the west. I'm still in the east where it's good for me to develop my career, because, uh, it's good for me to develop my career...

Many people don't understand why we are separated like this.

"Yes, I'm pregnant," I kept explaining, "my fiancé is not with me." That's right, I go to the maternity check-up myself. That's right, he'll come and see me. Yes, I'll go see him too. It's really nothing. "

Unfortunately, at this time, I met another man who gave me a broom handle to strengthen the security of the portal. When I mention him to my friends, I call him a broom, otherwise he is a "cute single man."

Cute single men started exchanging emails with me regularly, playing Scrabble together, and then fixed thursday nights on dates and watched live shows together. He would come to my house with ice cream and cut watermelon, and even big mac bananas that I wanted to eat.

Late one Saturday night, the cute single man and I went to Mr.Sub to eat submarine fort, and the counter employee asked us what the due date was, in which case it was better to pretend that he was the father of the child, and not to explain that he was just friends with me. After all, what woman with a big belly goes out with a cute single man at eleven o'clock on Saturday night instead of the biological father of the child?

Also, because I don't have a car, the cute single guy will take me to the supermarket on Sunday afternoons to shop and help me pick up bottled water. There was also a pregnant man and woman inside when we took the elevator. In that case, it's better to say, "We can't wait to see this little guy come out." You can't always say, "Wow, I'm looking forward to it, but I don't know if the next one is not looking forward to it, and the child's father is not him." "

When I watch movies with cute single men, people will look at them with warm approval, which is the exclusive benefit of new parents. I think I look complete and happy with the cute single guy, and I can't help but fantasize that he and I should have a very good-looking baby.

At first I thought the cute single man was sympathetic to me before he was with me, and I thought he coveted my overly full breasts when I was pregnant, and I guessed both.

It was true that my breasts were two cups larger than usual, and I lived alone in the big city, and although pregnant, the child's father was far away for a four-hour flight. But cute single men shouldn't sympathize with me for this, it's my choice. Cute single men have become surrogate boyfriends, and many girls who talk about long-distance relationships have had such boyfriends. They'll take you to the movies, have dinner, and help you set up a DVD projector. But our situation was a little different — except that I was pregnant and engaged — that he was soon more than just a surrogate boyfriend.

"He's in love with you," my friend kept saying, "otherwise, why would he be interested in an engaged pregnant woman?" Did he take the wrong medicine? He challenges you as the most difficult object to conquer. "

Sometimes I also think it's weird that he's attracted to me, but I also, like most women, always think that men love me because of me as a person, refuse to accept that I'm just an object of conquest, and don't think he's running away from commitment (but I often think he's just running away). And I can't believe that cute single men would like the way I looked when I was pregnant—I was wearing sweatpants, my arms were cellulite, and I had a lot of pimples on my chin.

Don't get me wrong, I really want the cute single guy to be attracted to me, I'm pregnant, not dead, and I like him too much, not only to the point of overliding. We may be able to say we are in love, but the timing is not right, so I will not say so. Our every move is like a person in love. He was the first to listen to me in the morning, and he was the last to hear me. I started missing him five minutes after he took me home, and not seeing him for a night felt like a month had passed. He told me he had never taken care of anyone else as much as he had taken care of me.

We quarrel like lovers in love. One night I asked him to bring chocolate ice cream, and he brought a toffee flavor that made me feel like the end of the world.

"Try it," he said, "you'll like it." "Who would like it?" I shouted, "I'm going to eat chocolate, you don't listen to me, just take care of yourself!" "I kicked him out of the house like a crazy woman, all because of the hormones of pregnancy.

That night I thought we were finished. I held the phone that was working so well that I held it for hours, and I thought it was broken. I wanted him to call, but I knew in my heart that it was better if he didn't call.

Later he called, I apologized, and we reconciled.

Another time we went to an old classmate's birthday party, which I really shouldn't have been, because I was six months pregnant, I felt ugly and unable to fit in, and I had to go to the bathroom every five minutes. He refused to accompany me to the bathroom and asked me why I wouldn't go to him when I was done. He was flirting with other women, at least from what I looked like. But why doesn't he flirt when he has the chance? We were at the party, and he wasn't my kid's dad.

Later, I left without saying a word to him, feeling angry and jealous. He called me at three o'clock in the morning, with a tone of wine and apology. I had to keep reminding myself that he wasn't my fiancé, that I wasn't going to marry this guy or grow old with this guy.

But if he knew I was going to have a maternity check-up, he would say, "Call me when you're done." "And I'll really do it (I'll call my fiancé first, then I'll call him). My hand just couldn't stop, though I shouted sternly in my head, "No! "

But my heart...

"It's a girl!" I said, "I wanted girls before!" "

"It was amazing!" He said.

Like the father-to-be, he likes to touch my belly when the baby kicks his leg. "Wow!" He said, "It's really good. "

He was worried about me and also worried about the baby who had nothing to do with him. I was worried that if others knew about our relationship and didn't know what to say about me, he was also worried about what others would say about him. I worry about my fiancé's opinion, I love my fiancé and don't want to break his heart and don't want to lose him. I don't know what to do, it's fairest for the baby. I try not to be as public as between the two of us as possible with the cute single man. He doesn't mention me to his friends, and I only tell my friends who know that I like him and say that he always makes me laugh.

But I know we've crossed the line. If my fiancé were dating a cute single woman in his city, I would have killed him. Cute single men never mention my fiancé, and I never mention cute single men in front of my fiancé. Even if his fiancé became suspicious, he simply pretended not to see anything. Good a negative attitude! No one can get out of this.

When my belly was big enough to leave the cute single man to go to my fiancé, I was heartbroken. I cried out when I got on the plane, no matter what the previous plan was, I don't want it now. But the baby will be born in a few weeks, my life is about to flip, and several things are making me breathless, such as I have gained forty-seven pounds, I can barely walk on my feet, and I am about to jump out of my body to take care of a human being.

Now my child is seventeen months old and is no longer a small baby. When she was learning to walk, supermodel Heidi Clone and Sil were engaged, and she developed a relationship with him while pregnant with someone else's child, but no one seemed to care. There is also the man who slept with the big belly reporter in the movie "Life in the Sea", not the father of the child in the belly, but everyone hopes that the reporter is happy, and everyone is comfortable seeing that she can catch other men.

Coming back to my relationship with cute single men, I'm not sure anyone will be happy for us. It was two years ago that the fateful dinner meeting, I moved away from him for a year and a half, and now I still have contact with the cute single man. I used to travel to the East Coast cities where I had lived before, where we would meet, and the two of us were desperately trying to figure out what our relationship really was. We talk, we quarrel, we have cold wars, he misses me, I miss him, he hates me, I hate him, and so on.

My fiancé and I have had a hard time, we are still not married, and we can't get back the consensus we had before. We ask ourselves, "Are you happy together?" "Are we destined to be together?" "These questions will probably continue to be asked forever, and maybe everyone will ask them too."

In the end, it is inevitable to ask yourself how it was "if it were". If I had moved to the West Bank to live with my fiancé in the first place, if I hadn't gone to dinner, if the cute single man and I had met at another more suitable time, if I had been in a relationship, I could have made an appointment like a caesarean section...