I’m pretty sure I was a bad decision. Even if the decision was whether or not to take a pill every day or use some other form of protection, or whether or not to get rid of me at the nearest clinic, I can’t help thinking somebody could have saved us all a lot of trouble had they prevented me from ever coming about.
Of course, there is the thought that I could have been adopted and lived a whole other life as someone else’s daughter. I might have had sisters, brothers, a man I was proud to call Daddy, and a mother who loved me, and even though they wouldn’t have been blood to me, I would have been wanted and cared about.
That would have made all the difference in the world, don’t you think?
Then again, there are no guarantees. I could have been given up and and gone to someone else and ended up just as bad off as I am now, if not worse. And right now I’d be sitting somewhere else wondering how many bad decisions people could make regarding one stupid little life that shouldn’t have been.
LINDA **