Dennis was anxious to have a baby and so was I. My last boyfriend was adamantly against children. My biological clock was ticking. I refused to have a baby and not be married. After a month, I found out I was pregnant and we set a wedding date. I was so happy. I thought I had it all.
Dennis was drinking a lot and it began to really worry me. My patience was wearing thin but I was pregnant and so happy about it. I would finally feel like I was not a total failure as a mother. I was going to be able to stay home and care for my baby. I could live with the drinking. I thought.
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