Hi, I was sick. Now I'm thinking about pull-out Nat, who -on a split second impulse, due to jealousy perhaps- nutted inside and now paces on the other side of the toilet door as you take a pregnancy test.
And she knows she'd be a lousy dad and doesn't have money because she's just a shitty fucking snot-nosed brat, and you're fucking seniors and you cannot have a goddamn BABY but secretly desperately wants this, she wants to hold their tiny little hand and tickle their little feets and buy them an impractical fucking outfit with baby sunglasses and a a baby misfit tee and baby jeans and little baby goddamn boots and the tiniest leather jacket and she thinks about how the baby might have your eyes and her hair and how she'd spike it up into a little mohawk and you would laugh and it brings a little smile to her face but when she hears you cry on the other side of that door it brings her crashing back to Earth and she bottles her shit up and tells you she'll come up with the money to take care of it (meaning abortion) and that she'll be with you every step of the way and you can decide what you want to do with it, and she will support you. You say your life is over but she wraps an arm around you and lets you cry, leaning on her shoulder. She doesn't say anything. She knows she fucked up. This is all her fault. She can't apologise enough for that so she just lets you cry and holds you tight.
- your friendly neighbourhood 🦪
she's gutted when you want to abort it :( but it's not really her decision to make and of course she supports you 100%. i feel like she'd let her feelings get in the way at first - nagging you about if you really wanna abort it and she stops once she realizes that a kid is something you don't want. especially not in your senior year. she'd literally kill anyone in school who talks shit about you too - getting into so many fights because this asshole was talking about how much of a slut you are, or because ppl wont stop staring at you.
feel like you'd feel some type of resentment towards nat as well. i mean, it is her fault. she couldn't control her emotions so how could you trust her with a child if you did decide to keep it? you feel anger towards her when people look in disgust as you walk the halls, or when your parents curse you and nearly kick you out when they discover what happened. but you need her with you as you go thru all this.
sometimes she still looks up baby clothes and imagines buying them for the baby that won't be born, sometimes even adding it to the cart. she goes with you to the appointment and it's the worst day ever for the both of you. she's trying her hardest to keep her emotions in check as she waits outside while you get the operation done. you don't talk to her for a few days after. you're with her, because she feels an obligation to take care of you, but you just are silent. and it kills her.
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and I'm having thoughts again
so I've been watching that John Larroquette interview that I reblogged on repeat for half an hour now and I'm just. man I am so very....... okay I'm trying not to say that I'm stupid anymore but god what else is there to say. it's making me feel like my brain just turns off and all there is is static and [insert very high frequency screaming sound].
like I would love to be able to have actual thoughts about this shit but I am not. I just love love love people who think about shit and face their issues and work on getting better. and talk about it. like it's just a thing that happened. because it is. it's not 'oh you did bad shit in your past so you're fucked forever now'. it's 'bad shit happened, I did bad things, I confronted it, I made different choices' and that's it. I just. man I'm feeling really emotional and am probably gonna have a good long cry about this now.
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