So after the Bitchy Nurse had given me sound advice, I trotted off to the chemist.

I bought a pregnancy test kit and went to the cashier, who rolled her eyes at me and nudged her sidekick and whispered “Another one”.

Before I handed over the money I asked her “Another what?”

“Um nothing, I wasn’t talking to you”.

Her sidekick, was trying not to laugh. I gave her the meanest look and she picked up a few items and went off to label them.

Cashier gave me my change and handed me the kit.

I recall walking out of there thinking what a set of fucking bitches.

My phone went off and it was Mr Fix It:

Me: Shit

Mr Fix It: And hello to you to

Me: Look, I’m kind of busy right now

Mr Fix It: With what?

Me: I missed my period

Mr Fix It: Fucking hell

Me: Talk to you some other time

Mr Fix It: No wait.

I switched my phone off, went home, looked at the test, cried, looked at the test again – wanted to call a friend, but thought “What’s the point”.

Who would have thought that a piece of white plastic could change your life.

Mr Fix It rang my house phone and I answered:

“What’s going on?”

“I’m waiting for the colour to come through”

“Well”

“It’s ok, I’m not pregnant”

“That’s good right”

“Yeah that’s good”

“Well we’ll talk yeah?”

“Yeah”

We never spoke to each other for a long time after that, a real long time.

He called me one night and asked if we could meet up for old time’s sake.

I was worried that we might have sex, so I brought some condoms with me – just in case.

As soon as we got to his place it was on, he sucked my nipples and licked my arse, fucked me really hard and sprayed his come all over my tits.

He lay there looking pleased with himself and I knew that I had to tell him:

“Babe, that was the last time”

“What, no this can’t be the last time”

“It is, I’ve met someone new”

“When?”

“Yesterday”

“Why are you here?”

“To say goodbye”

“Baby please, we can sort this out, I’ll marry you, you can have kids”

I cleaned myself up, put my clothes on, called a cab and went home.

He sent a text to my phone:

If he treats you bad, I’ll be fucked off. You know I love you.

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