The BIGGET Mistake of my Life
·In September, 1993, I got pregnant with my daughter.
·My husband-at-the-time, her unfortunate father, told me to get an abortion.
·I didn’t.
·On May 5, 1994, my child was born.
·On May 24, 1994, her “father” and grandmother bothered to take time out of their busy lives to drive from Wisconsin to Iowa to meet her.
·In November, 1995, thinking it “best” for my precious love of a baby girl to know her father and his side of the family, I took my baby and rode a Greyhound bus, 2 days, each direction, to “introduce” her to them. I stayed in a motel.
·I thought I was doing the right thing.
·I wasn’t.
·I should never have gotten on that bus.
·I should have allowed my precious baby love’s father to continue to ignore her existence. Had he not established a “bonding” relationship with her by age 4,I was not required to allow visitation for more than a weekend a month.
·That Greyhound bus trip changed everything.
·That man has never stopped punishing me for not aborting my baby.
·I don’t think he will ever stop. His dying breath will be spent speaking ill of me. Or at least his dying thought. I know that in my heart of hearts.
·My biggest mistake in life, and I have made plenty, was making that Greyhound trip, thus allowing my baby’s “father” to infiltrate and infect our very existence.
·How I wish I knew now what I didn’t know then.
·Never, never, never….
…I’da never shoulda bought that Greyhound ticket. Not for all of the love or money in the world.
·My husband-at-the-time, her unfortunate father, told me to get an abortion.
·I didn’t.
·On May 5, 1994, my child was born.
·On May 24, 1994, her “father” and grandmother bothered to take time out of their busy lives to drive from Wisconsin to Iowa to meet her.
·In November, 1995, thinking it “best” for my precious love of a baby girl to know her father and his side of the family, I took my baby and rode a Greyhound bus, 2 days, each direction, to “introduce” her to them. I stayed in a motel.
·I thought I was doing the right thing.
·I wasn’t.
·I should never have gotten on that bus.
·I should have allowed my precious baby love’s father to continue to ignore her existence. Had he not established a “bonding” relationship with her by age 4,I was not required to allow visitation for more than a weekend a month.
·That Greyhound bus trip changed everything.
·That man has never stopped punishing me for not aborting my baby.
·I don’t think he will ever stop. His dying breath will be spent speaking ill of me. Or at least his dying thought. I know that in my heart of hearts.
·My biggest mistake in life, and I have made plenty, was making that Greyhound trip, thus allowing my baby’s “father” to infiltrate and infect our very existence.
·How I wish I knew now what I didn’t know then.
·Never, never, never….
…I’da never shoulda bought that Greyhound ticket. Not for all of the love or money in the world.
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