Women were having abortions left and right that day. One woman was on her 7th–abortion is not a form of birth control. It felt like I was being part of a meat market that day. There was no physical pain because I was put under….but the emotional scars I carry with me to this day.
I remember going to a restaurant with my then boyfriend and there was a baby in a high chair…I started crying I could not control myself. For a long time every time I saw a baby or a pregnant woman I would start to cry.
When my first nephew was born I went t the hospital but after my sister went home with her baby I could not bring myself to visit her. I avoided her for at least a month. This is the same sister who called me a murderer when I had my abortion.
My mother of course, was upset that I had not seen my sister or nephew since the birth. I just couldn’t. I could not face her or the baby. But the day came when I could not avoid it any longer. I told her that I was sorry that I had not been around and she said, “I know”. She understood why I could not come around. I did not think it was fair. Why did she get to have her baby when I couldn’t? This was my reasoning at the time, however illogical it may have been.
My child would have been twenty-eight years old. It is hard to imagine being the mother of a twenty-eight year old or a twenty-six year old right now…..to be continued