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I shall never know whether my child was a boy or a girl. I spent most of June worried that the woman bearing my child would choose today over the future. I remember telling her that I wouldn't be able to look at her the same if she chose abortion. I knew our lives would undoubtedly be challenged by the birth of a child, but I also knew we could make it, despite the difficulties of parenting at a young age. We could raise a child. After all, this was the woman that I loved for the better of three years. |
One evening she told me in two simple words, "It's done." Despite the fact that I would have raised the child with or without her, I couldn't choose to be a father.
I don't think a single day has passed where I haven't prayed and I've cried about it, but nothing is going to change. The one thing that I thought would become the greatest joy in life has become the greatest pain. It hurts more than words could ever describe. I feel empty - as if a part of me is missing. And I felt helpless - because there was nothing I could do about it - because she went and had the abortion without me, even knowing that I wanted to be there for this child.
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