Five minutes ago, I was in a perfect world. I was hopelessly in love with the man of my fantasies and he with me. Or so I thought. Scott Foley took me there on so many levels. Now I am staring at his phone, eyes sore with tears, reading the “I’m pregnant” text written in prominent royal blue bubble in front of my eyes. So many things are going through my mind at this particular moment – confusion, anger, hurt – was it something that I had done? Was it something that I hadn’t done? Why was this happening to me? The man that I invested a lot of time and love into possibly had another women or maybe even another family. Sadness. I gave him my all. I had been told from a very young age that I would never be good enough, that I would never have
