Westley has always known Claire. She's always been a constant in his life, whether it be as his babysitter, his secret Santa, as his pretend-girlfriend, his confident, as the person he could always rely on.
But she's also always been the girl he lov...
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I'm twenty eight years old and I just learned that Claire is pregnant. My step mother saw her visiting her parents and apparently she was huuuuge.
She asked and Scott is the father. They're not back together yet but apparently he's always pestering Claire and her family, trying to win back their grace, saying he'll be there for the baby. She'll take him back. She has to.
I feel sick when I learn the news.
I'm devastated to be honest. It's not just the fact that she's pregnant with Scott, I could have accepted it before. The real problem is that Claire didn't even bother telling me. There were days when Claire would call me in the morning to tell me the weird dreams she had, the ones that would shake her up a bit. And now she couldn't even bother to tell me she was pregnant. I knew how big of a deal that was to her. She wanted kids.
But I wasn't even worth telling anymore.
After that I always change the conversation whenever my parents start talking about Claire. I don't want to know anymore.
It's easier not to know. It hurts less not to know.
