The Fifth of July is always a complicated day for me. Anniversaries–no matter what kind of anniversery–tend to remind you of the day that something took place. My event took place on July 5th, 2006. I was a month away from starting my senior year of high school. I was dating a nerdy girl who I thought I was in love with. For the two weeks prior to that date, I was in shock. She was pregnant. I didn’t know what to do.
I’ve written a lot about this situation. If you haven’t read my full acount, it can be found here. I have started a tradition of just writing out my thoughts on the anniversary of the abortion. My thoughts evolve so much from year to year–even now. Here is a link to what came out when I sat down to write today.