Seriously can't stomach up the bollocks to say the title of this thread.
It's been 2 years since my child died. I was only 20 at the time. There's not one day that goes by where I don't think "what if". I mean, fuck, my dad doesn't even know about this. It's taken my 15 minutes to get this far with this thread. Fuck.
Things with me haven't been the same since. Okay- I was
in a relationship at the time with a girl, she fell pregnant. It's a weird feeling. It's like your totally in disbelief, but your happy because you can have the chance to raise a child, teach him things, all of that stuff. But I never got to do any of that... I'm crying like a twat now lol. In short, she had an ectopic pregnancy, which is where the fetus is in fallopian tube. Doctors said it would of killed them both if she didn't abort the baby, because the fallopian tube would of burst.
So it was basically either two lives end; or one.
But she didn't tell me any of this. She just went to the doctors, had the forced abortion, came home, rang me and said "I'm not pregnant, I read the pregnancy test wrong".
Eventually, she told me the truth... Safe to say I left her, and have been single ever since.
Anyway, this thread was for my unborn child. You'll always be in my mind. I love you.