Mr. Big has been sending me updates and calling me about his son. He's breathing on his own and he went to the bathroom on his own for the first time yesterday.
Funny how an infant pooping can make a grown man cry!
I feel like such a disgusting person because these moments should be shared between a happy couple, but Mr. Big is sharing them with me. And obviously, I'm not stupid. I'm aware of the fact that Abbi is there at the hospital, but if Mr. Big didn't care about me, would he even be talking to me? Would it have been important for him to contact me hours after his son was born? Would he be calling me and sending emails if he didn't want me in his life?
It's just so strange, because I want to share these moments with Mr. Big.
And I can't. But yet, somehow, I am...
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