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'I still love him' wasn't a confession I wanted to hear, when I knew the miscarriage was an abortion. You'd think that being pro-choice would make you exempt from being affected by it, but it doesn't. I cried for six hours, and the headaches haven't stopped since. My compassion has all but left me - either everyone deserves their personal suffering, or we're all suffering in relativity and no one can see it.

I had made a list of names and narrowed them down. Boy and girl names, though I made you swear you wouldn't buy any 'It's a GIRL' or 'It's a BOY' clothing. At least you kept that promise. I didn't expect to get so excited in the three days we knew, when your belly suddenly popped out and it wasn't a food-baby. The last thing you ate had been pizza, and nowhere near enough to get bloated on it.

"He-" I would have been happy if my sibling was a boy or a girl or, when they were old enough to decide, agender. I already knew that they wouldn't suffer with ignorance and two years of slow acceptance if they realised their body had never been theirs. But, as you do, I already had a personal prejudice: a brother whose first word would've been 'dad' instead of 'brother'. There would've been no one else to address. "He'll get the nick-name Pizza for the rest of his life now." I found I could suddenly stand it; and then, after, I hated it all the more. Pizza meant nothing as food.

I was too excited to notice your stomach when you came in that night - as you do when you're already used to the existence of something that makes life worth living, and expect it to keep being there.

"I miscarried," you said. "I lost the baby this morning."

Shock - would've been a relief. Instead I drew a blank. And then bitter disbelief swept through.

"A miscarriage or an abortion?"

It was a convenient day to miscarry. You had a doctor's appointment. In the morning.

You didn't answer. And after that I had nothing bar one sentence to say to you. Not until the next night, after you came home from work, just over a whole 24 hours, and that was just to grunt replies. How could I care to be nice to you when you found me, first crying in the front-room ten minutes after you came in the door, and then again in the bath-room, always asking, "What is it, is it about the baby?" as if it was a big fucking surprise to you. It was the first time I really saw that you had never been maternal. Cloying, clingy, obedient in a motherly role and congratulated for not being absent, but never maternal. If you had married a different man the first time around - not an abusive thug of a man - you might've been seen for what you are - an alcoholic and liar - instead of an alcoholic-out-of-necessity (despite the fact I had to see everything sober, and I rarely ever saw you anything but drunk). Now, reluctantly withering into old age and not much farther into sobriety, you're beyond pitying. You're England's answer to white trash.

"I want a bath," I moaned. The cold water tap running, and my head in the crook of my arm. I wanted to die. I wanted your arms away from me, away from your thoughts that said it could be made better by forgetting. My only shame for calling you white trash is that I have to accept being the son of it.

"Well, you can't have a bath in cold water, can you?"

After you'd left and I lapsed into my 24 hour period of total silence, except for grievances that ran themselves down my face, I managed to run a bath. Hot water, and then lots of cold. I felt hot, so hot, as if it would be cooler to tear my skin off. I felt myself aching in ways I hadn't thought possible. When the headaches began I thought it was from the stress of crying - I remembered when I had been a child and I'd cried myself to sleep one night (I don't recall the reason itself; maybe I'd heard you and him arguing again, maybe I'd just watched Mufasa's death scene in The Lion King), the distinctive overwhelming headache that throws itself at you before you lose consciousness. But when I managed to calm myself - not shock, just a blank slate - it persisted. I moaned for two things. The nearest name to winning had been Atticus, but you had picked that from my list in drunkenness. I'm past guessing about your sincerity. But I hadn't really settled on any one name. I'd thought of taking them to school. But that's premature. I'd thought of what their first word might be. I'd thought of the delight I'd feel when they tasted certain foods for the first time and their mouth would pop open in amazement and surprise. I'd thought of the screaming and the late nights and the early mornings and the interrupted sleep, oh believe me, I hadn't thought it would be fun and games and let's skip the first three years of terror (before it became fear at every disease and every predator looming and any girl or boy who might find something to laugh at before an adult compounded the jeer). I certainly hadn't thought of you raising them right. I've held out by the sheer power of a support network of psychosis, and hedging my bets on feeling better after breakdowns.

The bath lasted the whole of ten minutes and I got back into the same clothes wet. The rest of the night was spent ignoring you as much as possible, and looking, defeated, at the telly when you turned it to the news channel: "Kate has just gone into labour." I was sick of the new royal baby before it had even been born; before I even had to remember my communist associations and how much I hated Britain clinging to royalty despite all its efforts to call itself a democracy.

You didn't drink that night - but you'd drank the one before that, two days after conceding pregnancy and realising you looked about four months. You kept right on smoking too, hoping that the doctor's appointment would tell you it was cancer instead. They could've at least have told you that. I could've at least had something to look forward to.

It's not mine I kept telling myself through the night. And to all intents and purposes of that sentence, it wasn't. Not possible, and certainly not desirable. I thought the pain I was feeling was unrealistic: I shouldn't have felt as if my whole world had suddenly been blighted. A sibling, not a son, and my mother's child, not my own. I hadn't eaten much the day before, and I hadn't eaten not much but a chocolate bar all this day. Bad News Day. When you fell asleep on the sofa, I dragged - literally - myself to the kitchen. I didn't want to eat, but my stomach felt as empty as - well, as empty as I suppose your womb must be.

I found I couldn't eat, no matter how much I told myself at least one pain would stop, so I drank three cups of milk instead, and sat on the kitchen floor awhile. I hadn't stopped sobbing, but I hadn't made any noise alongside the tears. And back in my bedroom it was the same. I lay there for about an hour (grief and the people it keeps don't look after time well) wondering what there was left of life. I realised that no matter how kind-hearted I had been willing to be, no matter how - before this had happened - I'd thought you could understand someone's pain and that there was comfort in thinking of how many people had suffered as you had (a masochist through and through, when I'm not totally terrible), I suddenly understood that a grief this deep was personal. How much you could want it to be personal; I didn't even want to share this pain it was something to cling to.

Sleep came at some point. Concentrating on the dull budding points of the headaches somehow made them more sensitive to the host they were harming, and I fell unconscious with this concentration. At three a.m., though, I woke to the sharpest ice-pick headache I had ever felt, except it lasted for more than 30 seconds and I felt that if this was going to become a regular thing than this was officially a tuition in pain.

As well as that there was the first few seconds of ignorance that introduces itself when anyone is grieving - and then it hurriedly saunters away as if telling you, 'sorry, wrong person'. I didn't so much endure, as I did ride, on grief and pain, until falling back to sleep once more thirty minutes or so later. There's no relativity in time when you're suffering - you suffer in one room or another and no matter how many clocks on the wall, they aren't counting anything relevant to you.

The next morning - throughout the whole day - I didn't cry once. I didn't eat anything but a square of cheese. I didn't watch tv. I recall more headaches that felt like points of tension rather than points of pain. I think I read about two pages of a book. I did sing - Il Dolce Suono, 'the mad scene' of Lucia di Lammermoor. It wasn't ironic; I had been near enough singing it for the last two or three weeks, and for those minutes I thought I could feel again, until I realised I was merely ruminating on the grief I was going through.

I became aggressive again - angry, not violent. Life seemed dull again. No child was going to be the same no matter who's it was, no matter if I ever had children by whatever means when I'm older. And it is a very curious thing to understand that a child-not-child that is capable of being aborted will never be a child at all. Indeed, wasn't even a baby. Hadn't even been, realistically, alive to the point of feeling suffering.

And tonight this.

'I think I still love him.'

And I hate you for it, not because I don't want you to love him (indeed, life would've been simpler if we had still been living with him, though I'd neither have a voluntary job nor a potential paying job. Simpler in the ways that there'd be someone else to shoulder a functioning alcoholic), but because it puts a new spin on things. You didn't want what he couldn't have.

Then you sleep. And then you wake up.

And I keep thinking one thing: that even feeling this cold and unresponsive (not indifferent, not dead, merely detached and unable to function with any of the joy that had been shown to me in the wake of a new life), I am still able to prefer the thought of you dead.
"You'd think that being pro-choice would make you exempt from being affected by it, but it doesn't."

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Edit: WOAH-EEE, *waves Stetson wildly* A daily deviation (another!!!) Thank you so much to :iconcristinewakesuphappy: for suggesting, and to :icongrimface242: for featuring! I'm so grateful, and ugh, just thank you!!!
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Given 2013-10-22
Requiem by ~Psyghostis brutal honesty and the rawest of human emotions ( Suggested by cristinewakesuphappy and Featured by GrimFace242 )
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cristinewakesuphappy Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:+fav:

hi! i hope you don't mind my humble feature:
your lovely piece is handpicked. (link)

thank you.
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JZLobo Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Damn...
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Congratzplz Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013
:iconcongratzplz: on your awesome DD feature!
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Psyghostis Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you, congratzplz account~
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Congratzplz Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2013
:nod:
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TheGalleryOfEve Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Congratulations on your well-deserved DD!!! :iconflyingheartsplz::iconlainloveplz::iconflyingheartsplz: :clap::clap::clap:
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Psyghostis Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much! :D :hug: <3
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Morticia-Lynne Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Student Writer
Beautiful, but a little confusing who is narrating this.
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Psyghostis Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Merci, and I am.
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Sigfriedofgaea Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Sorry for the incomplete comment.  My computer glitched.

What I meant to ask was, "Are you still pro-choice?"
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Psyghostis Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
That I am, indeed.
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Sigfriedofgaea Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I'm surprised...

Can you tell me why you decided to remain pro-choice, after this event you described?
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Psyghostis Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Because ultimately, my grief has no bearing on someone else's free-will. And if it's personal grief that makes someone else want to limit another's choices, then I'm afraid that that is entirely on that person who's trying to limit's head; it is, no matter how much we suffer, no one else's right to make another's decisions for them.
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Sigfriedofgaea Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
--- Thanks for the llama!  Now here's one for you! :D ---

Interesting argument! :D

I would probably agree with you completely on that argument... however, we pro-lifers argue that "A person is a person, no matter how small."  No matter how developed the human child is, even if it's an embryo, or just a fertilized egg cell, it's still 100% human.  And as it is so, we cannot, in good conscience, allow this human baby to die at the hands of others.  It's not just personal grief. 

I get what you're saying, when you say that it's no one else's right to make another's decisions for them... but what would the baby say if it had a voice, and it knew the matter?  I doubt it would agree with the mother-to-be and the abortion doctor that it should be torn from its mother's womb and be denied life, wouldn't you agree?  If you saw the video "The Silent Scream", you'd probably see where I'm getting at.

--- Don't take it like I'm spewing arguments at you... this is a subject I'm really passionate about.---

That being said, when one performs an abortion, we are, in a sense, making a choice for the baby... the choice of whether it should live or die.  Remember when you said, "It is, no matter how much we suffer, no one else's right to make another's decisions for them..."?

When one thinks about the baby as a human being, they think about it with respect.  Not to sound like an igonorant hater, but several abortionists tend to call unborn babies "fetuses" (or, if they're really undeveloped, "embryos").  Sure, it's the scientific term for an unborn child, but consider this...

Besides the exact words, how much different does one phrase sound from the other?  Does one phrase sound more "human" than the other?

"She gave birth to a baby."

"She gave birth to a fetus."
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Sigfriedofgaea Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
It took me a while to figure out that this is non-fiction...

It took me a while to find out who was talking... first, I thought it was the mother, then the father, but then I find it's the mother's son (you).

Just a couple questions...

Do you really wish your
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Vlairebelle Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
Wow. This. The last sentence. Ugh. I am in complete awe.
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Little-Bitty-Feli Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013
((The thing that drew me to this was the title. Traditionally a Requiem would be a mass created by a composer for when someone important. My choir is going to perform Faure's requiem on November 3rd, and I felt just drawn to this piece. It really pulled up some emotions inside of me. Very very good.))
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Norners Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Wow, this is incredible! Congrats on the DD, you deserve it!!
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Psyghostis Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you. :D
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Norners Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
my pleasure :la:
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neurotype Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Love how this came out. Thank you for sharing :heart:
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Psyghostis Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you. Here's a kiss for you, my love! 
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Downian Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Even though I totally disagree with your position on abortion I must say you have a lovely writing style! Keep the good work up.
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Psyghostis Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for being so reasonable in stating your disagreement. :hug: And thank you for the compliment.
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livdrummer Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Student Photographer
So sad.. congrats on the DD. But I am sure there are other things you wish you rather had then a DD.  :dalove:
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Miss-Ag Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
This was breath-taking. wonderful. i love how you write. so internal. bravo!
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Psyghostis Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much for the wonderful compliments! <3
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LeftUnfinished Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
At first I thought that this was fiction. But I'm sorry it was real. Like the nice reader below me had said, there are many different levels of grief and depression in this, which is part of why it is so powerful. Congrats on the Daily Deviation! That is all. :hug: 
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Psyghostis Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much. <3 :glomp:
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Hiland-Rose Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Professional Artisan Crafter
This was a well thought out window into the depths of grief....I hope that you have found a way to recover since... I noted it was a non fiction piece in your description... a very powerful bit of writing to say the least.  You put your finger on a point that is not recognized in the politics of abortion...by either side.  I was touched by this, and moved by your raw perspective.  I have five children of my own, and we have lost two to miscarriage...my children still count their two sisters as part of our family, even three years after we lost our second.  I am sorry to hear how difficult your relationship with your mother is in this piece.  I am afraid I can offer very little in the way of condolences that wouldn't be cliché's or trite statements, but I can offer my prayers on behalf of you and your family, your little brother I am sure loves you and watches over you, as do my little girls who watch over our family too.  Congratulations on the well deserved DD. 
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Psyghostis Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much for your comment. I - I think recovery is a viable word, but honestly, it's true what people say about time being a healer. It isn't just about distance. Coming to terms with something is coming to terms not only with absence, but with a lack of existence, and a different way of living. If I was asked to rewrite this now, I could only heavily paraphrase myself; the personal pain isn't there any more, but my god, the empathy when I think of other people in the same circumstances - that's always fresh and raw. I'm glad I don't hurt any more - and that is the worst pain I have ever felt in my life - but it is very curious feeling so devoid of that much agony when I previously thought it would never leave.

Thank you, so much, and your family are in my thoughts too.
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Hiland-Rose Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Professional Artisan Crafter

Grief is a funny thing, in that it goes in phases, and you have to go through each one, but not necessarily in order or even in a certain period of time...The human mind is incredibly resilient but the part of it we call the heart never forgets... hence your compassion and empathy for those who are walking the road you've already trod ahead of them... Some things transcend politics, and ideals.... some things are worth fighting for and grieving for too.  Thank you for sharing this deeply personal experience.  People will benefit from knowing they can get through their own difficulties, perhaps a little wiser for them down the road.  :)

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Itsukiart Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
angst and nonsense.
with one word, boring.
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Psyghostis Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Don't worry, I'm sure someone will like your work other than your mother at some point.
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Itsukiart Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
but hurt
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Psyghostis Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
*butt
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Itsukiart Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
is where you can stuff your grammar.
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EnvySkort Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2013
Edgy AND clever.  My my.  Let's hope the gene pool gets flooded with your genetic code, guvnah.
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Itsukiart Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
actually it wont. as a gay my genes wont be moved into following generations.
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Psyghostis Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
You're missing a word from that sentence.
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Itsukiart Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
that much attention I give when Im typing response to idiot who can't stand criticism from your damn text.
I say its shit and I mean its shit and its my fucking opinion. can't stand other peoples opinions? you can push your head in your ass.
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EnvySkort Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2013
Translation of the above:

"WAH I'M ANGRY BECAUSE I HIT ARTIST BLOCK SO NOW I'M GOING TO TAKE IT OUT ON EVERYONE ELSE WAH YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MY PAAAAAAIN GOD IS DEEEEEEEAD CUZ I'M EDGYYYYY MORALS IS STUUUUUUPID CUZ I'M EEEEEEDGYYYYYYYYY BRB GONNA LISTEN TO MY LINKIN PARK CUZ CRAAAAAAWLIIIING IIIIIIIIIN MY SKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN"
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bniedem Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2013
You might think your comment was "criticism" but it wasn't. Just saying something is shit or boring is not criticism. I mean, I do agree that the artist shouldn't have insulted you, because that doesn't make him any better, but it's your inconsiderate comment that started it.

Criticism is when you actually give tips to improve the piece somehow, and  it's not meant to be insulting. Insulting someone's work just because you can get away with it by saying it's fair critique is just plain immature... Why would you do that? Do you like hurting people, does it make you feel good? I seriously can't understand your reasoning behind this. Maybe you're just a bad person? I bet my ass off you wouldn't exactly enjoy someone commenting "this is boring" on your work. I mean, you don't get anything out of it.

Why didn't you just say you didn't really enjoy reading it, and state the reasons why, and then tell the artist what kind of things they could do to improve? Because that, my friend, would be critique, and also would make you seem like a mature and nice person instead of a complete douche.

Wow, I think I just gave critique to your comment. You're welcome, maybe you'll be a better comment giver in the future :)
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A-Wandering-Man Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Student Writer
Wicked burn!

And to you, Itsukiart; if you've nothing more to say than an insult to someone else's work, you might want to, you know, not comment on it and just go on to something else. It baffles me that people put the effort into needlessly insulting things they could simply ignore.
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TruthisTruth Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I'd have to disagree; it brilliantly captured that almost inescapable grief that clenches everyone now and again. It shows how your actions can deeply affect someone else, even if they seem innocent or logical.

It really makes you wonder, is it worth doing this to them? The moral to the story is to make your choices carefully and sensibly. Hurting someone you're close to is one of the worst, most heart shattering mistakes you can make, and you will never forget it.

Of course, that's what I saw in it.
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KindOfPoisonous Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013
This isn't my discussion to be involved in, but if the moral is think about the effects your actions could have in the case of abortion when the protagonist is pro choice, then the story is pointless and makes no sense. 

I agree that being pro choice doesn't mean you aren't allowed to grieve, but being pro choice means you think it's the mothers decision as to whether she keeps the baby or not. Being pro choice means you respect the mothers decision whether you agree with it or not, yes you can still grieve but you can't wish her dead because of it. 

But then again, I'm not a particularly literate person so I could be missing the point entirely. And I'm not saying your interpretation is wrong in any way, I'm simply putting my own views across. :)
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TruthisTruth Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
"if the moral is think about the effects your actions could have in the case of abortion when the protagonist is pro choice, then the story is pointless and makes no sense."

I was more referring to the choice of not telling the son (the person telling the story) about the abortion, and then lying about it- not the abortion itself. Those were the choices I meant to highlight.

"I agree that being pro choice doesn't mean you aren't allowed to grieve, but being pro choice means you think it's the mothers decision as to whether she keeps the baby or not. Being pro choice means you respect the mothers decision whether you agree with it or not, yes you can still grieve but you can't wish her dead because of it."

Actually, you can wish someone dead because of it, even if you are pro-choice. It is completely possible. I'm not saying it's right, but you can't control your emotions. It seems to me the person didn't really wish them dead just because they had an abortion, but also because they lied about it, betraying their trust.

Oh, and the only reason I put the quotes above is because it makes it easier to see which point I was addressing. Sorry about that. ^^; Anyway, just my thoughts on it.
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KindOfPoisonous Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013
That makes more sense now you've explained it better, I guess I just misunderstood your point. (And the quotes do make it easier to see which points you're talking about so thanks for that :) )
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TruthisTruth Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I probably could have explained myself better. ^^; Sorry about that.
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KindOfPoisonous Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2013
Don't apologise, I just misunderstood was all :D
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