Martin has been away for week now, not even one phone call or text message from him but he has no problem uploading pictures of him and his friends on Instagram drinking Hennessy and apple vodka. Real nice! I don’t even know who this person is anymore! Is this how I spend my 6 weeks holiday being miserable at home thinking about my other half being the father to a baby for a next chick whilst he’s living it up in Jamaica without me or no cares or worries. What a life. I am so furious about the situation and I can’t stop crying. I am loosing all hope for us, I cannot live like this anymore (I’m so emotional) feels like I’m living a lie. And If Martin is the father, that’s the line for me and him for good. I’m tired of looking like a fool on these…