Moving on After an Abortion - diary entry

I had an abortion. The words don’t seem real but it is done.

I was weak, seeking affection in the arms of those who offered warmth without permanence. In the heat of those moments, precautions were an afterthought, and I was left with a consequence that was mine alone to bear.

A man found refuge in my warmth and left behind a life he’d never know. And I, in a clinic room with a kind nurse whose eyes held sadness, made a choice.

The procedure, a vacuum aspiration, was over in minutes. The nurse said my body would recover quickly, and it did. My womb is empty now and my heart aches for the child that might have been.

But the world moves on, oblivious to the life that almost was. Tomorrow, in a cruel twist of self-preservation, I’ll apply makeup and put on my favorite dress. Finding new lovers to fill my void should be easy compared to dealing with this pain of loss.