with every kick and movement my baby boy makes... reminds me why I am still holding on.... I am…

with every kick and movement my baby boy makes... reminds me why I am still holding on.... I am tired of crying for his father who is out there enjoying his life with his new woman. I've never felt so dispensable so worthless, ugly, and abandoned. There's a beautiful precious life growing inside of me , but I feel like am dying from all the pain and hurt.