Fragments of LoveChapter 1
On my way to the hospital for a prenatal check-up, I tripped and fell and lost the baby. For three long days, Charlie Peterson was nowhere to be found.
When I called him for one last time, he still decisively hung up on me. Later, I saw him in his female student's Instagram post.
In her post, he was busily fixing bathroom pipes, scrubbing her toilet and even remodeling her bedroom in her dorm.
The female student happily made a "yeah" sign and added the text, "A man's greatest charm is his ability to solve problems, what should I do? I will love Mr. Paterson, my teacher, for the rest of my life.”
Under her post, Charlie even took some time to respond and wrote, “Then love me forever. I’ll love you forever too. As long as I’m around, you’ll never have to lift a finger for anything.”
I liked the post calmly. Later, Charlie finally remembered to call me back, but the first thing he said was, "Sorry, I can't accompany you for the prenatal check-up this time. I've still got something to do."
I packed my belongings, left the untouched engagement gifts in the house and responded calmly, "That's fine. Just do your business."
Then I added, "Charlie … if you can't figure out what to do, you don't have to do it …Oh and our wedding? Let's just call it off."
The attending doctor said to me, "Bed number nineteen, Patient Rose Jennings. You’re cleared to leave this afternoon. Remember, after a miscarriage, use good contraceptive methods to avoid pregnancy for two years. Also, avoid eating spicy or irritating foods for a month. Come back in a month for a follow-up to check your uterine lining and recovery.”
Then she said, "Oh, right. You still have moderate inflammation. So, you have to maintain your hygiene daily, especially before and after intimacy with your boyfriend."
"Alright," I answered.
The leading doctor prescribed the medicine and explained the time and dosage to be taken.
I listened to her explanation carefully but I was upset.
Before I left the hospital, I tried to call Charlie one last time. Yet, after it rang for a long time, he hung up on me, again. This was not the first time he had done this.
I think I was a masochist because I opened Charlie's female student's Instagram and scrolled through her posts.