Thank you. Telling my grandparents was the best thing I've ever done. They're my legal guardians and have almost always been my parent-figures. They're Catholic, but pro-choice (as I found out), and absolutely wonderful people.
As I wrote in my journal that day: ...Telling my grandparents about my abortion was actually probably the best thing I have ever done.
They're not angry with me, just want to make sure it doesn't happen again and want to make sure I'm okay. Both think it's the right thing to do, though Gran worries that I'll be traumatized by the whole process. They're both not happy at all with my mom for encouraging me to have a child. Daddad said "To her, it would just be another toy. She doesn't need another child. She can barely take care of herself, in many ways." And they both reassured me that they love me very much and are proud of me, and that they are my grandparents no matter what. And I really believe them, too. Part of me feels certain that even if this were my umpteenth fuckup (actually, it might be), they'd still have been okay. Daddad will be accompanying me to the clinic, which is wonderful--not only is he the person I would have chosen, given the chance, but if any protestors hurt me, he will kill them. You all don't know Daddad, but Andrew and Dave at least will understand why he's the best person to have with me.
I have never felt so good in such awful circumstances, ever. For once it actually feels like I've done something perfectly right.
And Adam the dog peed outside on command and not in the house, which was nice, too.
So thank you, I will pass along your compliment to my beloved Daddad, and believe me when I tell you I feel the same way about him. :)
As I wrote in my journal that day:
...Telling my grandparents about my abortion was actually probably the best thing I have ever done.
They're not angry with me, just want to make sure it doesn't happen again and want to make sure I'm okay. Both think it's the right thing to do, though Gran worries that I'll be traumatized by the whole process. They're both not happy at all with my mom for encouraging me to have a child. Daddad said "To her, it would just be another toy. She doesn't need another child. She can barely take care of herself, in many ways." And they both reassured me that they love me very much and are proud of me, and that they are my grandparents no matter what. And I really believe them, too. Part of me feels certain that even if this were my umpteenth fuckup (actually, it might be), they'd still have been okay. Daddad will be accompanying me to the clinic, which is wonderful--not only is he the person I would have chosen, given the chance, but if any protestors hurt me, he will kill them. You all don't know Daddad, but Andrew and Dave at least will understand why he's the best person to have with me.
I have never felt so good in such awful circumstances, ever. For once it actually feels like I've done something perfectly right.
And Adam the dog peed outside on command and not in the house, which was nice, too.
So thank you, I will pass along your compliment to my beloved Daddad, and believe me when I tell you I feel the same way about him. :)
Reply
Leave a comment