the next day, Monday, he says he will come over that night. When I call him after work and he says he will leave in a couple of hours to head toward my place. As the time passes, I text him to find out when he will be over....and he never arrives. The next day comes, and he says he misses me and wants to see me, so he is definitely coming over. He never does.

Every day, for the next week, he tells me he will come over, and as the days pass, I never see him. Even though we talk and…

I walk to the front door, and before I open it, my last thought is to make sure I find out if he wants to have anything to do with the baby or not. Stop skipping around the issue; can I just have an answer already?

As I pull the door open, I stand there with no reaction. He takes a step inside and immediately hugs me. I, put my arms around him, feeling comfort once again. I pull away and go to the couch. We sit side by side, as he speaks the first words, "I've missed…

A huge sigh of relief washes over me...and as soon as I feel the pressure release in my shoulders, something rushes over me. I'm thrust from the couch, as though I was just launched from a human rocket, and sprint to the bathroom. I barely make it to the toilet before I see my lunch floating on top and sinking to the bottom...and not realizing that this uneasiness is foreshadowing for the weeks to come.

I text Jason the next day, and I don't receive a reply. I feel like I'm in déjà…

No sleep is not an option for me. My sense of security is back in tact since I think we are on the same page in trying to work things out. I lean over and kiss his lips. I say goodbye and don’t hear a response before I walk out the door….not knowing what is in store next.

I text Jason the next day apologizing for leaving and explaining how he knows that his loud snoring keeps me awake.

He doesn’t reply. I text him again later in the day, and he doesn’t respond to that text…