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It's now been a month since i delivered me and pedris first child,a little baby boy whom we named anthony. It wasn't getting any easier.

Of course we need a child is a major responsibility,but i didn't think i would be this down and this depressed that i don't even have motivation to shower or even brush my teeth. Pedri has been helping but there's only so much he can do considering he has to balance his career and a life at home.

As for my parents,we're not really speaking anymore. Last time i phoned my mum 3 times she didn't answer - i only called to ask if she could stay with anthony whilst pedri was at training and i had a doctors appointment.

I ended up having to take anthony with me as her reply was "i'm busy right now,on my way to the Maldives". Like bitch ?

At that appointment,is when i was diagnosed with postpartum depression. I was given medication to try help but the doctor told me there isn't much i could do. I felt my whole world crush down in that very moment.

I drove home and once i arrived in my garage i felt extremely lightheaded. I rested my head on the dashboard. I was absolutely petrified.

"Angelica,baby please wake up".

Pedri was shaking me trying to get me to wake up,when i finally did i shot up.

"what happened?" i asked him,specifically looking around for my baby.

"i don't know,we need to take you to hospital" pedri replied.

"no,no hospital" i said. "i'm fine".

"no you aren't,you passed out with our child in the car,you know how dangerous that is?" he replied,extremely stern.

I went to sit in the back of the car with anthony that was in his car seat,and pedri started pulling out of the garage.

"i don't get why we're going,anthony is fine" i said.

"that's not the point angelica for fucks sake,it's you that's not fine"

"i had a doctors appointment,he said i have postpartum"

"what does that even mean?" pedri asked

"it's like the baby blues,but i'm fine i have medication. Pedri i don't want to go there".

He stopped the car.

"fine,you don't want to go ? we won't go. I'm sorry i care about you,i'm sorry i love you. I can't force you to go Angelica. I don't know what to do anymore". He started driving back into the garage and once he parked he slammed the door.