I am too old to worry I’m too old to worry about who likes me and who dislikes me; I have more important things to do. If you support me, I will support you; if you love me, I will love you; if you hate me, I don’t care; life goes on without you.
Over the years, I have learned a lot of things. I know I have to live my life and cater for myself never depending on anyone.
I learned not to worry about what people have to say about me, especially when I’m very sure I’m on the right path.
No matter what you do, people will always talk. Most of the mistakes I made in life were because I heeded to what people told me.
Today could have been my son’s fifth birthday if I allowed him to live.
My fiancé ditched me two days to our wedding; my world came crumbling before me.
I was pregnant and wanted to inform him on our horny moon night.
He left me when I was gone for two weeks; my mom was already dead and lived with a father who saw me as nothing.
I was the talk of the neighborhood, firstly because I was left by my fiancé and some of them noticed my pregnancy.
I was advised to abort the baby; they told me he will not be different from his father who will keep on breaking my heart.
I committed the abominable and killed the baby.
I have lived in regrets for yours, I don’t care what people think of me, I’m tired of worrying and listening to people who can’t do me any good.