little chippy in here, ain't it?
i may have a hopelessly hippy view on life but i believe that you atone for your own actions in due time and i think that judging and browbeating and being hateful to the pro-choicers is a sin, too...and if you are a christian than you believe that all sins are equal in the eyes of the lord...if you aren't it's still beating a dead horse.
that being said, i am anti-abortion. i'll not have an abortion.
i've had opportunities to consider the option but i chose to play the cards that were dealt me no matter how much they put a kink in my lifestyle. i'll tell you a little something about me that i am not proud of...although i am proud of the outcome and proud of myself for having the guts to stand up for an unborn child:
i was newly married and as close to happy as i got back then. i got pregnant. i was so very pleased. i bought things for the nursery, i had baby clothes, i had names. then one morning when i was 3 1/2 months pregnant i woke with blood in my britches. my child had died. i never passed it. a week later i had the surgery they call an abortion. i mourned the loss of my child. my husband mourned the loss of our child....but he wouldn't touch me...he couldn't comfort me. he pushed me away and i was too hurt to pull him back. i started drinking heavily every night...tequila...and one night i ending up seeking solace with someone else. which is/was wrong....but he knew what to say. and i needed someone to comfort me, as corny as that sounds.
i got pregnant. obviously not my husbands. i came clean and took my lumps. i denied an abortion and faced his leaving me (okay...so not a real big deal

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in my eyes a childs life is more important than the strain it may put on me.
so i had the baby...a beautiful 3 yr old. my pearl....my husband stuck around and he loves her as though he were his own and i highly admire this in him.
6 months later i got pregnant again. holy shit. it was unexpected to say the least as i hadn't cycled yet since having marlowe. we were poor...i was just back to work and we were struggling to make the rent (i was in the hospital alot with marlowe). we decided to file for bankruptcy rather than think of an abortion....again, accepting what life dished out. we lived in a shithole with holes in the floor and ate generic macaroni and cheese and endlessly amounts of food from work. our phone was always getting turned off. we were poor. my life totally sucked (apart from my children). i could have avoided that. but it was my choice not to.
my marriage never really recovered from the miscarriage and resulting idiotic behavior on my part. so now here i am. a single mother with a slew of children, all from different men. working as a waitress and being a drain on the tax payer. it's fucking humbling....but it's what i was dealt. and it's nobodies fault but my own. i still have my children and want the best for them and love them completely and i am so glad i had them.