If I could go back to myslef in those early days of pregnancy, when I was in the middle of the whirlwind. I don’t know what I would have said, or in all honesty what could have been done differently.
But I know exactly what I would say to muself as I sat on the floor of the shower numb and screaming silently as I watched my dreams quite literaly go down the drain.
I would tell her to go upstairs and just tell her mother, seek the comfort I denied myfelf because I was ashamed.
I would tell her to go to her mother, because the gap now seems so big that it is nearly impossible to breach.
I would tell her that she would not be alone, that her partner would not be relieved to not be having a baby before they were fully settled into adulthood but…
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