After 8 years and 36 weeks pregnant I’m calling it quits.

I really wanted things to work out and I’m not even sure if it’s because I’m in love anymore or just wanted to make it work for the baby.

I thought maybe it’s him stressing causing arguments, maybe I’m over-analyzing shit and that’s why things have been complicated lately but everyday I’m starting to see the little effort I get from him.

If things are worse now I can imagine what they’ll be like once the baby gets here.

The drinking, the laziness, the arguments, the unwillingness to help, the affectionate I don’t receive.