To see her picture is to understand the article.
Not 1:1 correlations but important in the fraying of their life's fabric.
Give it to Oprah.
But I didn’t love him. I cared for him, yes. I was inexplicably tied to him, dependent, attached. But I knew we wouldn’t last. We were too young. We didn’t have health insurance or steady jobs or savings accounts. But those were just excuses. Really it was about the fact that I couldn’t bring myself to have a child with someone I didn’t love.
. . . "but I could bone him on a regular basis . . ."
She was 20, he was 26, and they were “but children ourselves”?
Sheesh....
These sound like shallow people. I’d say pathetic, but the more I see of this type, the more I just feel disgusted that anyone is hearing their story.
Awwwww, what a sweet little narcissist.
Blah, stop the world and let me off.
Guess ‘adoption’ never entered her vacuous head..
But I didn't have any problem spreading my legs and screwing someone I didn't love.
To see her picture is to understand the article.
But how do you square such stupidities as these?
I was 20, a college dropout with nothing but a journal of badly written poetry and a résumé of restaurant jobs. He was 26, a short-order cook who liked to smoke, drink and acquire tattoos. We weren’t but children ourselves.
Adults of 20 and 26 years old are not "children" by any possible definition. At this point in their lives they should be fully formed people ready to take on the World. This writer is endorsing the ultra-extended adolescence that so many young people favor these days. Eventually adolescence is going to be extended all the way to menopause, and they we're all out of luck, demographically speaking.
But every now and then I would be struck by the idea that I could have a 2-year-old child right now, a 4-year-old, and so on. I would be sitting in a restaurant, watching a server deliver a highchair or a pack of crayons to a thankful parent, and I would think, “Oh, yeah ... weird.”
The truly bizarre thing about this piece is that the writer is passing herself off as the more mature adult in this relationship. "Oh, yeah... weird", indeed.
AND then I recognized my attitude for the presumptuous narcissism that it was.
I am afraid this woman has only scratched the surface. She could dig for days and would find nothing bug presumptuous narcissism all the way down. In other words, she fits right in at the Style section of the New York Times.
Weird? To these way-past-their-prime kiddies, normal family life is just that.
Prediction:
She will join him in hanging from hooks, get pregnant again, and get another abortion.
What possesses people - women mainly - to write these confessionals where they reveal themselves as simply old children, self-centered and narcissistic to a fault?
It is murder to kill unborn children while in the womb. God created us and knew us before we were even born. The Bible says in Jeremiah 1:5a, “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart”
The Lord Jesus Christ loves us and He loves all children. Jesus said in Mark 10:14b, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.”
God loves everyone - innocent, unborn children included. We all are infinitely precious, wonderful, and beautiful in His sight. To support abortion is to support the destruction of God’s highest and most beautiful creation - mankind. I hope this young lady repents of murdering her baby, gives her life to Jesus Christ, and receives His forgiveness. Almighty God is the highest authority of all on this and all other matters, and His views are always right.
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What I was struck by reading this story, is that the woman never seems to think of anyone but herself, totally.
The baby is a thing, the man is a thing. Even when she talks about if the child had alive to reach four, she talks about it makes her feel - weird. It’s all “I, I, I”.
And I gather she is still angry. She called him up to tell him she was going to kill their baby even though he told her he wanted it, and he had the nerve to make her feel guilty. So she writes this snotty piece about how strange he is.
That last “he’s found his place in hanging” smacks of real meanness.
A child instantly makes your life (assuming you are remotely sane and moral) instantly no longer about you....
If she was so worried about not having a child with a man she didn’t love, she shouldn’t have been spreading her legs for him in the first place.
We’ll never know how this would have played out had she made a different decision in its entirety, but we do know a precious gift from God was sent Return To Sender by a selfish narcissist.
I know that any woman who would abort a child I was the father of, other than a situation where her life was threatened, would indeed be dead to me.
She said that they couldn’t have a child together, because they didn’t love one another.
People tend to put love in a box. It knows no bounds and can bloom in the most unlikeliest of places.
It is entirely possible that a child would have given them both a needed sense of purpose and drawn them together.
There's not the slightest trace of real love anywhere in this story.
