Estaban mame y mame y mame y mame y mame que el comunismo les iba a quitar la propiedad y fue la FIFA la que les quitó el derecho sobre el uso de sus palcos, ironías de la vida, amigos.
My abortion is the kind people love to judge the most. I wasn’t underage, I wasn’t assaulted, and there was no medical emergency. I got pregnant because I knowingly had unprotected sex, no accident, no rare failure, just my own choices.
By their standards, it was “irresponsible.” I knew abortion was an option, and I took it. Not because I couldn’t survive it or raise a child, I simply didn’t want one. I wanted sex without becoming a parent, and I chose not to carry the pregnancy.
There’s no redemption arc here. I don’t regret it. Nothing terrible happened to me afterward, no punishment, no downfall. My life is still good. And that reality alone challenges everything people like to assume about women who make this choice.
ahora que soy un adulto que trabaja/paga impuestos/materna me doy cuenta de lo poco que dio por mi, de lo poco que me sostuvo como para hacerse la víctima de dios sabe qué