I was just a young woman when I met that scoundrel. He treated me like a princess, showered me with compliments, and acted as if he were the perfect gentleman. But as soon as he got what he wanted, he vanished from my life. Our breakup shattered me, though at the time, I hadnt the faintest clue of the consequences that would follow our meetings. I was completely taken aback when I found out I was expecting a child.
At first, I told no one. I kept everything bottled inside, but as my pregnancy progressedby the fourth month it became impossible to concealI realised I couldnt hide it much longer. I finally plucked up the courage to tell my mum. Of course, she told my dad straight away. From him, I received nothing but accusations and harsh words.
Terrified of what others might think of the family, my parents insisted I terminate the pregnancy, even though it was risky to my health. I reluctantly agreed, feeling utterly betrayed by those I thought would stand by me, and the days that followed were filled with bitter tears and wrenching grief. Ive been searching for forgiveness from God for what I did ever since. My life came to a standstill. I honestly wanted it all to be over. My parents, meanwhile, showed no concern for meonly for their own reputation in the eyes of others.
I made the decision to run away from their home. Within two years, I managed to do it. I finished my degree and started forging a successful career for myself.
In the end, I achieved everything Id once thought unattainableevery dream except one: I could never buy myself a family of my own, not with all the pounds in the world. That was the one thing always missing. Id lost my chance to be a mother long ago. I dated, I even had proposals, but every time a man learned about my infertility, he disappeared without a trace. I lay the blame squarely at my parents feet. They robbed me of ever knowing the joy of motherhood. I wanted nothing to do with them; couldnt even bear to see their faces.
When my father had a heart attack and my mother begged me to take care of him, I refused flatly. Theyd betrayed me already. To ease my conscience, I send them money every month, but I know thats all I owe. Parents should support their children, not turn their backs on them when theyre needed most. Mine never realised just how deeply they hurt me.
