The reality is that we have all been going through a rough time and have been deeply hurt in different ways. We can't just hide in a corner and hope things go away, helping each other will make things easier to resolve.
At the end of the day, I have to realize that I can never expect anyone to be as loyal, kind, and considerate as David. It's entirely up to me to stop doing these damn stupid things and think about how lucky I am. I always knew David really did nothing. And I was like a spoiled child because I thought someone was trying to take something that was mine. Someone is trying to shatter the only sacred thing I truly have. I put David through hell, but deep down in my heart, I always knew he would never do anything to jeopardize our happiness.
Now is not the time to look back, we are looking forward to the amazing thing that money can't buy - our children.
It was in Marbella that we came up with the name Brooklyn. We already knew I was having a boy, and I knew he was going to be a football player when he grew up, so we had to give him a masculine name. I had always liked the name Brooke, and then suddenly we thought of Brooklyn. I have always liked Brooklyn, a place that embraces various cultures and has a profound heritage. Later, I realized that the name was perfect because I found out I was pregnant in New York, which is where David came after the World Cup.
We moved into the apartment before Christmas - it was like a bird building a nest - and my belly was getting bigger and bigger. But I wasn't in good health: I had cystitis that wasn't getting better, and I had always been prone to anxiety, which I was convinced was harmful to the baby.
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