In the beginning, the emotional toll that wrung at …show more content…
Where as I, spoke of all the things I wanted to accomplish. She was smiling lifelessly and nodding. I realized I couldn’t talk to her about these things anymore. It almost felt awkward, the way she put a hand on her belly and admired the child that changed her life. Until one day, she excitedly called with an invitation to dinner with her family and boyfriend. I sat at the family table with her parents and her boyfriend, as she practically bounced when she told me “I want you to be the Godmother!”. I bit my lip and smiled, hugging her tight and thanking her for the wonderful news. It was then that I realized, after all this; she still wanted to include me in her …show more content…
The child wasn’t a mistake in my eyes and neither in hers, it was a new life she decided to care for in the place of her own. I was proud in her decision for having her child and while it did bring her emotional turmoil she held through. Her physical perseverance was something admirable as well, her eyes always welling in tears but never shedding once. In the end, she affected me just the same, emotion in tow and all. I still continue to support her from the sidelines, at arms reach; betrayal still present somewhere along my