I wrote a letter to the Baby the night I took the pill
it reads:
Dear Baby,
Know that I didn't want to let you go, I had to let you go. I couldn't let B win, and having you, raising you, being a mother at 17 would have meant that Brandon would have won. Maybe he did win in the end, I mean after all I did kill a baby. It takes two wrongs to make a right, where is the right in this situation? Maybe I can't see the right in this situation. Maybe I will never see it, but I do know that it will take time, hours, days, months, years to feel okay again . I have togo to school on Monday and pretend that nothing happened. I have to lie to Trish and Jess, and Faith, people who I deeply care about. I have toile to my parents. They would want to know, but how do I tell them I killed a baby? I killed a baby. Those four words are so painful to say. But I have to be honest here. I can't lie about this and say it doesn't hurt because it does hurt. More than anyone can fathom. I believe one day I will begin to heal from this terrible nightmare. The cramping hurts. Is that normal? for me to get cramps the night I took the pill? Every time I have a cramp I pretend it's you holding on for dear life. Holding on to everything you can, but I'm killing you as I speak. How can I live with myself? How can I say that? It's now when I need to pray. praying should come easily but it doesn't with this.
I say a prayer- it's really personal so i'm not going to write it, but it's a good prayer
I end it with saying "sorry for ending my prayer in such a shit way."
and then I say
I'm sorry, but I know sorry will never be enough for you because you will never hear the words come out of my mouth.
Love,
T