I stared to write about a time in my life where I felt the most betrayed. It was during the pregnancy of my last baby. How her dad took me to the hospital while I was in early labor and disappeared to score some drugs.

He left me there to walk the halls alone. I’d watch the time tick by as I passed the clock in the hallway each time I made a lap around the maternity floor. I was in early labor for about a month. It was a rough pregnancy.

He dropped me off at the hospital and told me he would be right back. He was gone for hours. I walked the halls alone.

It was nothing like what you see on TV; A man being supportive of the woman carrying his child.

No, I was alone. And my heart sank each time I passed that clock in the hallway. I felt more and more alone in this journey. More alone than I have ever felt in my life.

I still cry about it. I cry about the feelings of betrayal. Of feeling so damn worthless that he couldn’t even pull himself away for just a bit to give me the support I needed.