Tell me something…

Something real and true. A long time ago, I met a woman I loved upon first meeting her, she was pregnant with someone who tried to keep her this way by making her pregnant. He had made others pregnant without paying support, he was a very narcissitic man who found his way into Canada for how well he could perform ballet, and found a way to not be deported for how good he was at ballet.

It was not our time together, and never would be, but I offered if she wanted to keep her child she could look towards me. She ended up having an abortion, requested him to be there, for she needed him to see his actions.

I understood.

Years later, after many lives lived together her and I fell apart. She never made herself in a place where she could have a child, from being a perpetual University student (still is), when we broke up, maybe a year later she meant a man with children? I cry inside myself in a way, for I did love her, but we would never have children together, and leaving her was hard for how intimate we were, but there is a part of me that cries when I think of her now having children she always wanted.

I call that a real and true story. It brings me a smile thinking of her with a child.