We went to see my Gram, my dad's mom, yesterday after work.
It did not go well.
....
I guess it went as well as I thought it would.
She asked me why I chose not to have an abortion. And then said that the right choice would be to give the baby up for adoption.
Because, "You aren't ready to be a mother... not the kind of mother that you'll need to be."
Meaning I don't have enough money.
I love my Gram. But in her mind, everything that you need to "properly" raise a child?
It all has to do with money.
When we left, and were on the way home, my mom looked at me and said
"Bank accounts don't make good mothers. You make yourself the person you need to be. You're going to be a wonderful Mommy."
And I started crying all over again.
In a good way.
Freaking hormones.
I'm kind of tearing up right now thinking about it.
Thus making my dad ask me if I wanted a bowl of ice cream.
Cause my Dad is of the mindset that, ice cream (or a Hershey bar) can fix just about anything.
It was really good ice cream.... made me feel a lot better.
Pappap Will is pretty smart.
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