An Abortion Triumph
I know perfectly well that we can't all be perfect right? You weren't perfect, were you Mom? Of course you weren't, I think I know that better than anyone. You were the dancer at all those high school parties, you were the prettiest girl there. You were the one that all the guys saw, the one that all the guys waited for. I think that's why you wore your skirt rolled up, so everyone could practically see your behind. You got attention, all the attention you ever wanted that one night...and I think that's when you met dad. Am I right? I hope I am, but I really don't think it matters now.
You were beautiful, on the outside and so was he.
That night, I think it was an after party after prom, you two did the unthinkable. You left the dance floor half drunk, you went upstairs, you went in an empty room and then you...
You created me.
I think I remember mom, that you were so beautiful that night. Your wild flowing hair, your beautiful skin, your flashy clothes... of course you were only beautiful on the outside.
I don't remember you or dad talking after that, no I remember something else.
I remember you went back home, to your mansion one night, and you sat on your bed and cried.
I remember you cried all night, and when your father, your rich father came to ask what was wrong, you told him everything was fine.
Oh but Mom, that was a lie wasn't it?
I remember how angry you felt, not at dad but at me. I remember you repeating "Why...Why...Why..." over and over again. And then of course, I remember you making that terrible decision.
Mom, to this day I am still confused as to why you did it.
You were and still are rich! You were one of the wealthiest girls at school and like I said, the prettiest, of course on the outside. I would have been happy to have been born, to all your father Grandpa and your mom, Grandma.
To go to school just like you did, to have fun at parties, to make friends.
But because of you, because of the image you wanted to uphold, you decided that I wasn't worth your time. You decided that you hated me, and I wasn't even born. You decided that you hated me because of something that dad did...no, something that you did.
Because of this mom, I hate you.
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That next day, you didn't even call dad and tell him where we were going. You only marched to some stinky clinic with fake tears in your eyes.
For minutes, you sat in the waiting room arguing with yourself, trying to convince yourself that you were making the right choice.
But like I said earlier, you like better than anyone, and you do it best to yourself.
You know, I remember how eager you were to get me out of your system. When that doctor asked you were you sure about this, you said "Of course I am." Just like a normal rich, snobby girl.
Mom, do you know what if feels like to be burned from the inside?
You probably do, but not literally like I do, and mom it really hurts. It hurts for someone to inject a poison into your small body and wait for you to be delivered...dead. But you know what hurts even more?
To know and feel the satisfaction you felt, after you delivered me, as a D.O.A. You smiled because everything was fixed, everything would go back to normal. You left that place without looking back.
But you know what you whore? I didn't die...no...not at all. I was sure in a lot of pain, but right when you left, I screamed to the top of my lungs to let those doctors know that I was alive.
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Now I'm eighteen years old, and I suppose I look like my dad. My hair is blond like yours though, and I die it red once a week.
Mom I hate you, and if I was dad and I figured this out, I would have beaten you to a pulp.
But you know what, life is to precious to live on hating, and I think you should know that more than anyone.
So I forgave you, and I became better than you.
I'm graduating in a week, and I am the Valedictorian of my class! See, I'm already better than you.
I wrote this letter to you, and sent it to you, so you could know how happy I am that you chose to abort me!
I see you on the news every day, you're an actress now, a famous one at that but I can see past your beautiful shell. I see past the make up, perfume, and big bucks and deep down, I know that you hate yourself, and live with that regret.
And I really hope that it haunts you for the rest of your fucking life.
You may have not thought that I was worth a thing but bitch, there are about seven huge universities that think I'm worth about half a million dollars.
You were beautiful, on the outside and so was he.
That night, I think it was an after party after prom, you two did the unthinkable. You left the dance floor half drunk, you went upstairs, you went in an empty room and then you...
You created me.
I think I remember mom, that you were so beautiful that night. Your wild flowing hair, your beautiful skin, your flashy clothes... of course you were only beautiful on the outside.
I don't remember you or dad talking after that, no I remember something else.
I remember you went back home, to your mansion one night, and you sat on your bed and cried.
I remember you cried all night, and when your father, your rich father came to ask what was wrong, you told him everything was fine.
Oh but Mom, that was a lie wasn't it?
I remember how angry you felt, not at dad but at me. I remember you repeating "Why...Why...Why..." over and over again. And then of course, I remember you making that terrible decision.
Mom, to this day I am still confused as to why you did it.
You were and still are rich! You were one of the wealthiest girls at school and like I said, the prettiest, of course on the outside. I would have been happy to have been born, to all your father Grandpa and your mom, Grandma.
To go to school just like you did, to have fun at parties, to make friends.
But because of you, because of the image you wanted to uphold, you decided that I wasn't worth your time. You decided that you hated me, and I wasn't even born. You decided that you hated me because of something that dad did...no, something that you did.
Because of this mom, I hate you.
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That next day, you didn't even call dad and tell him where we were going. You only marched to some stinky clinic with fake tears in your eyes.
For minutes, you sat in the waiting room arguing with yourself, trying to convince yourself that you were making the right choice.
But like I said earlier, you like better than anyone, and you do it best to yourself.
You know, I remember how eager you were to get me out of your system. When that doctor asked you were you sure about this, you said "Of course I am." Just like a normal rich, snobby girl.
Mom, do you know what if feels like to be burned from the inside?
You probably do, but not literally like I do, and mom it really hurts. It hurts for someone to inject a poison into your small body and wait for you to be delivered...dead. But you know what hurts even more?
To know and feel the satisfaction you felt, after you delivered me, as a D.O.A. You smiled because everything was fixed, everything would go back to normal. You left that place without looking back.
But you know what you whore? I didn't die...no...not at all. I was sure in a lot of pain, but right when you left, I screamed to the top of my lungs to let those doctors know that I was alive.
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Now I'm eighteen years old, and I suppose I look like my dad. My hair is blond like yours though, and I die it red once a week.
Mom I hate you, and if I was dad and I figured this out, I would have beaten you to a pulp.
But you know what, life is to precious to live on hating, and I think you should know that more than anyone.
So I forgave you, and I became better than you.
I'm graduating in a week, and I am the Valedictorian of my class! See, I'm already better than you.
I wrote this letter to you, and sent it to you, so you could know how happy I am that you chose to abort me!
I see you on the news every day, you're an actress now, a famous one at that but I can see past your beautiful shell. I see past the make up, perfume, and big bucks and deep down, I know that you hate yourself, and live with that regret.
And I really hope that it haunts you for the rest of your fucking life.
You may have not thought that I was worth a thing but bitch, there are about seven huge universities that think I'm worth about half a million dollars.