Stephen
I miss Laura. It’s only been twenty-four hours since I left her in Pennsylvania with her dad, and already I regret it.
When I got to New York last night, I went to the loft and spent the night with my father. I honestly was in no mood to answer my mother’s questions.
My dad was in shock that I was leaving Laura with her father, but he did understand why I was doing it.
There was one thing he said that echoed Laura’s father, which just stands out in my mind: “Son, you need to figure your s**t out.”
Both men were right. I can’t live like this, and neither can Laura. The baby isn’t even born yet, and already I have their lives messed up because I can’t seem to stand up to my mother.
Right now, I have a massive headache. It’s not just missing Laura; the board meeting just ended,
