April 21'st 2012, my girlfriend had a miscarraige. We were somewhere between 16-18 weeks pregnant. The pregnancy was hell, and the aftermath is worse.
Always a Dad
Rights…will be the absolute reason society will fall into oblivion…murderers sleeping warmer and eating better than some citizens of our great nation…greed tied to the cross with conservatives on some issues and the liberals on the next decide what is morally righteous…I long for the day when its the lord of the flies in America…not about rights…but survival…wrap yourself in the flag or the blood of Christ…call it rights…just because its socially accepted…doesn’t mean I care…
Coming up on the one year anniversary of the day my child was chopped up by forceps…I can really say…I don’t care about the issue of abortion as a whole…you want to kill your kids and be a fucking true blue American…idc…none of my business…I’m pro choice…but when it comes to my blood…I may be just a dad…and it isn’t my body…but I am pro life…and will fight to my last breath…to ensure the survival of my child…period.
Gawd bless murika…
Anonymous asked: I'm so sorry to hear about your daughter. You deserve to be a father, and from what I've read I believe you'd be a great one. Never give up your dreams of a family <3
Thank you…One day at a time…God always seems to give us what we want and need when its best for us…and I trust his wisdom and timing on when I can see two pink lines again and rejoice in parenthood.
Christmas seemed like it was going to be awful. And I know I mostly vent and complain….but I send peace and love across the galaxy…and spend my time missing her positively.
It’s like somethings whispering in my ear…just pretend it never happened…just pretend she was never here…
Sometimes clarity comes…and u realize that she may very well resent both of them…just one was disposable…because the other was already too much…shed never admit it…but I see it
I’ve always been alone…and my Lil girl…it us vs the world…now the world is cold…its big…and she was the only place I’ve known as home…now wherever I go I don’t fit nor belong…I’m a stranger to whomever I love and meet…the only part of me that mattered…my love…I put onto her…and now it is dead…
The world will never know of the shameful bastard child I love so much…secrets and lies pollute it all…no one knows…not even her…she was loved…she had a place…she belonged…she had a beautiful name…
Brooklyn…
My greatest wish is to inspire a woman enough to share a child with me.
My biggest heartache is the watching the woman I love…love and want another man’s child above my own…and haven’t the faintest desire to even carry a child for me.
What good is a man’s worth if his seed is undesired?
