I remember the day I told him I was pregnant. (She laughs a bitter laugh) I think that was the only time I ever saw him at a loss for words. Don’t know why I even told him, should’ve known better. What did I think he’d do for me? Marry me and make a decent woman out of me? That’s a laugh. Although I do have to say he offered to help. He said, “That’s o.k., baby, I’ll give you the money for an abortion.” What a jerk! Just because I did whatever he wanted up to then, he thought I’d go along with him on that one, too. What a shock for him! Haven’t seen him for years, not since the baby was born.
Hey, friend, (gestures up to God) how is my baby anyway? She’s six now, you know. Wonder if she even knows her mother thinks about her all the time. Wonder if she ever thinks about me. Is she cute, God? Does she look like me? Is she safe, God? Is she happy? Today’s her birthday, did you know that God? Is she having a party right now?
Well, I’m having a party, too. A small party, just me and my best friend (holds up bottle). What’s that you say? You want to be my best friend? Well, I already told you – I have a best friend already. (Starts to pour another drink and realizes bottle is empty. Starts to cry.) But what good is a best friend that you have to buy everyday? (Puts head down and sobs.)
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