such was his opinion of the set into which she had thrown herself . we slithered to the door , stepping outside . hell , i might even let you go . `` what about after the baby is born ? '' was my painting telling him everything i so wished i could ? i pray i did the right thing by warning him . it hurts to think about it and the pain is unbearable . i thought leaving you , was hard , but living without you was harder . 