Luck of the Irish
Again, I escaped with my future still intact, whatever that is to be.
Was talking to Candi today, and it turns out she was pregnant, has been for 3 months. It was my birthday rendezvous that caused this. She thought it was a girl, but none of that matters, for it is gone. She had a miscarriage. I felt a tangent sadness, and a sense of lost possibility, as to what my potential daughter (or son) would've been like.
But I'm not ready to be a father, even though I would've owned up & accepted the care of her (or him). I still have a lot of life to live.
Chance seems to be in my favor...only fitting that this be St. Patricks day.
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