I am on the bus. On my way home.
I’m bleeding and I’m a criminal.
I’ve had an abortion.
It wasn’t because I was raped. Would it be better if I was?
Even then there are some that would say I still had no right to choose for myself. I was with someone who no longer loved me. In fact loved me so little I had to catch the bus back. It wasn’t meant to happen, I was on the pill. I had no money. No support. I was young. I was scared. I was alone. I really didn’t know what to do.
But what I did know was the pain of growing up in an ugly broken home and how many nights I had laid awake, alone with my suffering, contemplating my own suicide.
I would not wish that upon anyone. And I definitely wouldn’t choose it. Certainly not … [Read More...]