PHOTO PROMPT © Lucy Fridkin
How could he leave me? How could he do it now?
Did he really think the money and lifestyle were so important?
I loved him when we were penniless, living in a tiny bedsit and I love him still.
Did the money mean more to him than our relationship? Did he truly believe I would blame him, resent him or even leave him?
Stupid, senseless, fool!
If only he had come home that night.
If only I had the chance to tell him.
It would have made a difference, I’m sure…
If he’d known about the baby growing inside me.
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.