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At the root, my story does not differ from any other birth mother’s tale— the same heartache, loss, grief, sadness, and longing ooze from our fingertips.
As I sat on the chilling cold tile floor of my college dorm bathroom, I found no irony in the double red lines that stared back at me. The one who never longed to become a mother was now becoming just that.
I can give you a rundown of answers that you will find in every other article that you Google, and though these lists are helpful I prefer to stick to what is real and honest.
If I could pull this oversized t-shirt over my head and hide my face, I would. Every stereotype you place in my lap has already been tattooed on my face. Point your fingers. Question my integrity. Hell, question who I WILL become.
I can’t look in your eyes and see years of memories. I can’t even pretend to know who you are or who you want to become...
