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Jordan: I found an old picture of us from when we were in high school (1:53am)

Jordan: I'm sorry (4:47am)

Jordan: I went by your work today and they said you were off but I saw your car in the lot... (8:09pm)

Jordan: Maggie (1:47am)

Jordan: Baby (2:12am)

I did arts and crafts with the children after church today and now I’m covered in red and green glitter. At least now I feel extra festive.

Arts and crafts with children after church. You sound like you’d love my ex.

“You think this has been easy for me? That any of this has been easy for me?” Mellie yells back, her voice raising to meet his. “I can’t do this, Jordan. I can’t have your baby. If you want to hate me, then hate me. I already hate myself.” Shaking her head, Mellie swipes at her cheeks, hoping Jordan somehow wouldn’t notice the years that were falling.  “I’ve already made up my mind. It’s my choice. I’m sorry you don’t see it that way. Goodbye, Jordan.”

“Oh, yeah, pull the ‘I hate myself’ bullshit to try to make me feel bad. Guess what? I don’t give a fuck how you feel right now,” Jordan told her, wasting no time being polite. When she said she made the choice and he had no opinion, he slammed his hand into the wall,immediately knowing he busted his knuckles. “The fuck you will kill my baby!” He hollered, voice booming through the room. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to let you do this!”

Jordan sniffed hard in the car and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. He looked at himself in the mirror, and brushed his fingers through his hair, thinking that was the only thing that needed to be fixed. If he wasn’t permanently messed up these days, he would have seen his sunken in eyes, heavy bags, red nose, greasy hair. He would know that trying to see Magnolia and Clementine today would be a terrible idea. One look at him and she’d send him away for sure. But all he could think of was how bad he felt that his daughter’s birthday was two days ago and he’d spent the entire time on someone’s floor, high on H. He got out of his car and pulled his leather jacket a little tighter, making his way to his ex’s front door. He knocked twice and waited for her to open the door.