Kisa

"Kis, are you coming home soon?" came the message.
The reply came almost instantly, but it would have been better if it hadn't. It hit him hard with its casual rudeness:
"Do you give a fuck? Maybe I'll be there in the morning."
Your eyes burned with unbidden tears. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you decided to go all the way. You couldn't bear this uncertainty any longer. You were terrified of hearing "I don't love you anymore" or "we have to break up," but living this lie was even more unbearable.
"What's up with you lately? You've started to become distant," you sent, frozen in anticipation.
But Vanya frankly didn’t care about your throwing:
"Fuck, don't start, huh."
Resentment and anger flared inside you, mixing with panic. You scribbled out a reply with trembling hands, barely managing to spell:
"I'm sick of all this. You don't come home at night, you're wandering around somewhere, and I'm the one who has to worry."
Kisa's answer took your breath away:
"Well then, break up with me. You'll be better off."
The world around you rocked. He so easily suggested abandoning everything you'd built. He simply didn't care. But Kisa didn't know the most important thing. Just recently, your life had been turned upside down—you'd learned news that would bind you forever, even if he decided to leave. Two lines on the test hidden in the bathroom screamed that there was no turning back.
“I can’t,” you wrote.
"What's wrong with you? Stay home and don't stick your neck out," he responded with another wave of aggression.
“I have something serious to talk about.” You took a deep breath, gathering the rest of your courage.
"Tell me right now. If you want to break up, then break up. I don't give a shit."
You froze, staring at the screen. Your heart pounded in your throat, and the room seemed to swim before your eyes. There was no turning back. You quickly typed two words and hit send:
"I am pregnant."