As I read her words, I alternated between anger and tears. Abortion made me a better mother, she said. She had an abortion to help her daughter, her life. It was the best thing she could do.
Here’s a link to Ann Kingsleigh’s post entitled, “How My Abortion Enabled Me To Be A Better Mother.” Reader discretion should be advised. It’s horrific, but it’s also a real account, written this month by a woman who chose abortion–and then had the gall to announce how abortion was somehow the cure-all for all her problems.
In the post Ann tells her story, but I want to respond to the Anns of the world. Below are some selected excerpts, and my response, which should be generalized to the pro-abortion community.
… I couldn’t have another kid. I didn’t want another kid. I had Kiddo and she was perfect… I was 24 and living with my parents again. I could not do this to her, to them, to myself. How utterly selfish and stupid would I have to be to have this baby? It would ruin my life. It would ruin Kiddo’s life and we were already off to a rough start as it was. Her father, my ex-husband, had walked out on us when she was only two months old. We had been married young and my birth control failed during the honeymoon. We didn’t even make it to our one year anniversary. Everything was crashing down on to me again. I could not do this.
What was most notable to me in this section of Ann’s post was her personal selfishness in proclaiming it would be selfish to have another baby. “Adoption!” my brain kept screaming. Fine. If you can’t take care of Kiddo #2, that’s okay. Not everyone can. That’s why God made adoption. It’s horrible Kiddo’s dad ran out on them. It’s horrible she is struggling. What’s more horrible is killing another child for the sake of the first one.