They don't know how to be mothers and any dreams or goals they once had are either fading or have disappeared completely. The pro-lifers are too busy picketing and forming human blockades because it's a lot easier to deal with kids who are going to end up in garbage cans than it is to help the kids that are already here. I would have asked them these questions. I also would have asked them why they breed like they're living in biblical times instead of opening up their home to a foster child. But most of all, I wish I could have broken the look of plastic pity that Sin gave me when I stuttered through my point of view, knowing that she was never going to understand me.
Abortion is sad, disturbing and complicated.
Preventing myself from ever having to make that decision seems like the best plan. I wish I could rationalize abortion by saying that some blood and tissue created inside my womb doesn't have a soul. But I can't. It just doesn't sit right. Shannon Scott's column runs every Thursday.