Author: My First Name Abortion Date: April 2018
In another timeline, I carried you to term and brought you home to your grandmother’s house. Your father would’t have been an abusive alcoholic, and your mom a depressed, anxious mess. Your life was in shambles before it began, and you couldn’t fix the problems we had. I was too young. Your father was eager, but not ready. Neither of us could financially support ourselves, let alone you. I couldn’t bear to give you to someone else. I couldn’t bear to watch you grow up in toxicity. I wish I could hold you in my arms every day. I hope you can see how well I’m doing now. I wonder if your father is getting better too. One day you’ll exist in better circumstances, and I’ll get to hold you in my arms.