I need to write this down and get it out of my head too.

A couple weeks ago boy texts me "I just found out my mom is 12 weeks in with twins." Yeah. He's seventeen. That's awkward but wonderful. But the other day we were talking and out of the blue he has a mini break down. Apparently his mom screamed and something went wrong. The EMS and police came. She's in the hospital. One of the babies died. She's still in there. I really want her to be okay. And her baby. He says she's dealing pretty badly. She's a strong woman though so I think if this baby survives she'll be okay. But what if it doesn't?

Boy was like "If my mom dies can I move in with you?" I felt so bad. And of course said yes. But the horrible thing is, for a second there I wanted her to. Just to live with him. I'm so horrible! I definitely want her to live and deliver the baby alive. I wish I had something to pray to but I can't bring myself to believe in any higher power.

It's so weird for something to die that hasn't even been born yet. Although I suppose that's less painful then it dying after birth... Is that the sunny side of this situation? Because I don't see one.

Also his mom's fiancee got laid off. She's verryyy well off, but still. He's living with boy now. Apparently they avoid each other. I'm worried about him. He can open up to me and he knows it. I hope he comes to me.. =/