This is the hardest thing that I’ve ever written. By far. There will be times, in all of this, that I can’t see straight. I apologize to no one. This is exactly how it is… even after all these years.
TOTD – What The Hell Did I Miss?!
I’ve been accused of a lot of things… all warranted. I am not the poster child of Good Behavior. I have failed many times, more than most, I expect. I accept that. I know it to be true. I am a failure a hundred times by a hundred other times. I get it. I was/am wrong in so many ways.
This morning I was working on a book because my manager said that I should “step it up.” So, it got me to working on this topic… abortion.
Look, I know this is a touchy subject. It should be. It’s rough, and real, and goddamn mind-blowingly bat-crap crazy. But, even in the light of all that… it’s still real, it’s still right here, right in front of our faces. Everyone reading this knows someone who has been effected by this simple word. Simple… and yet… so misunderstood.
I was born in 1974… one year after Roe vs. Wade. My mother? A sixteen-year-old immigrant who was adopted herself. She was Catholic, so abortion was not an option. So, she had me. And, she had my baby brother. Did her boyfriends abuse us? Yes. They did. My brother more than me.
Years later, walking down the aisle of the El Paso airport, and seeing my brother for the first time in over thirty years…. it was everything that I ever wanted.
I won’t tell you how to feel. I won’t tell you what makes you morally superior… trust me… you already think that about yourself… you love you. No one has ever loved you like you love yourself, it’s a given.
I am older now. And, all I want… is to see my little brother smile. I don’t give a shit for anything else.
Love… real love… is knowing that there is no such things like limits.