Wednesday, July 6, 2011

I said no.

The man smiled at me, then left. Four days later I was accompanied to a car and blindfolded.

It was true that I was not happy. I was not sad or frustrated, but I was far from content. Who am I to regret the decision? It was mine to make. No matter how things turned out, I can never regret my decisions.

I felt guilty for the first eight years, then I realized that we were all responsible. In truth, I had gotten the short end of the stick.

At least their story ended.

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