Quinton

Sorry for the wait. Let me continue on this journey. So I moved in with my sister after the fight with Cat. It was cool for a while until Quinton started spending too much time at the apartment. We were a "sort of" item now. I was happy to have him in my life and I was thirsty for the attention. I came home and the tv was mssing out of the living room. I immediately called my sister and told her what happened. We called the police and they took the report. My sister then broadcasted to the family that Quinton had stolen from her. Seriously? Don't be jealous that I got a man and you don't! I defended Quinton for as long as I could until....one day...... I called Quinton and the number was disconnected. What? Um, ok let me try again. Called again and again and again. Same response. How does that happen? How do you talk to someone daily and then they just disappear at the drop of a hat.  We no longer worked together because we were an item now so he told me that he was going to take another job at Crisco. So me and my investigative detectiveness (yep I made up that word) called Crisco. I got all the way to HR and asked if Quinton worked there. The woman told me that she was unable to give me that information. My heart was broken. Months went by with no word from Quinton. What are my options? I guess I just have to let it go. It sucked becauses I had slept with Quinton and now he's gone. No call no show. I continued on with my life as normal. Work and school until one day.  I had a work friend Amy and we were walking down to our cars after our shift. There was a note on my car. There was a guy at the job that was scoping me out so I thought it was him. The note said, "Hey Ms. Katy call me at 713-***-****". So I called the number. I said, "someone at this number left a note on my car." And wouldn't you know, it was Quinton. Back from the dead. Oh my Gosh! Since Cat and I didn't work out I moved in with Amy. It was a small apartment in the ghetto but hey, I was living my life. Quinton came over damn near every day and Amy liked him so in my book, that was a good sign. Amy was into stolen checks. Well. I was strapped for cash one day and I asked Amy for advice. Well you know what she said. And you I did it. Don't judge me.  A few more months went by I realized that I hadn't had a period. I didn't know what to do. Amy went with me to get a pregnancy test. I peed on the stick and there was two lines! I must have stared at that stick for hours.