EACH TIME I hear a child laughing or see children playing, I regret not having any.
I truly regret that I did not have at least one child to leave all that I have worked so hard for. It’s not easy knowing that as you grow old, and friends pass on, that there is no one there to take care of you if the worst happens.
What makes these feelings even more severe for me is because I was pregnant twice – at 17 and 23 years old – and both times I had abortions as I thought I was not ready for a child.
I guess that’s the irony of life – something comes your way and you reject it; but when you want that same thing later, it never comes your way again....