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Welcoming Myself Back to Writing; Telling A Gruesome Story About Sacrificing
Okay maybe not Gruesome. TW; Abortion
I peed on three sticks and they all came out positive. I was in no place at all to have a child. I have no health insurance, my boyfriend has a 2 year old and no desire for another right this moment, My apartment is too small and more importantly, I didn’t know I could have children — so they weren’t in my plan.
My business has just taken off and I don’t have the time, energy or bandwidth to care for another human. Call me selfish? Sure. But isn’t it selfish for people to have kids when they know they shouldn’t? What kind of person would I be if I had a child right now with no real stability. People do it all the time. Sure, my parents did it. but the trauma I got from it and the therapy bill I pay every week is astronomical.
I know I’m not terribly young but I’m also not old. And although this decision doesn’t come lightly — it’s a mutual decision.
They say her body her choice. Right? But what about the health and well being of all parties involved. Including the not fully formed Zygote. I remember yelling at my mother at 15 wearing a t-shirt my brother and I had to share and holes in my socks while she drank wine on the couch “I didn’t ask to be here!”
