Is abortion wrong? It probably is; but let’s consider. My mom was a whore. She slept with different men. Tells the one man with money he’s the dad. Rumors all over town. Everyone knew she look like other dude. He wants a boy. She have me. Here’s problem. She’s Native American & part black. He looks Hispanic. I pop out looking like a Viking. Giant; blond, blue. Well dad say I’m not his. But I look like her white dad. He was a giant Scandinavian. One day dad decide to kill me cause I look like a blond giant. He’s a tiny greasy looking dude. Mom give me away. Life becomes horror show. I grow into a super stud. Great athlete. Super smart. So good looking. But inside I’m a mess from all the abuse. I get married. Great job. Lots of money. But all the physical abuse caused internal damage. Kidneys & liver are failing. I’m only 22. I’ve almost died who knows how many times. Lose job & everything. PTSD. Now I relive the childhood. Wife divorce me. Now I sleep on a cot. I take expensive transplant meds. Can’t get enough insurance. So can’t afford hospitals or doc. They keep raise cost of my meds. I eat crackers. Yet now they want me to pay for meds. I’m glad I was born because I have great kids. I’ve said lives. But let’s be honest. My mom always said she should have aborted me. She should have. No one wanted or loved me. Not until my wife. She did. But then I got so sick she saw the real me. The boy who was raped & tortured. The boy with autism. She saw the real me & divorced me. Now society says hey; you worked 70 hrs a week & paid a lot of taxes. You did charity work. You have to the poor. You saved lives. Well; we don’t want you. Go live on the street. Starve. Figure out how to pay for your meds. No medical care for you. Your too young. I spend my days alone. In a room with no heat. Praying I don’t become homeless. Too sick to work. She only lets me see my kids 2-3 times a month. When my old car finally dies I’ll have no way to see them or get food. Then what? Yet I discover the cost of the endless meds I take will go up yet again next yr. it’s like society is telling me I’m worthless & should never have been born. I go out in the world in the only clothes I have left. Some People look at me like I’m homeless. Which I basically am. Yet attractive females still think I’m cute & some ask me out. I’m tired of being pretty. That’s what got me raped. I’m old. I’d just give up & let this disease finally kill me. But I have kids. So I have to fight. Try to survive another winter. Try to keep my car going. Try to pay for those over priced meds. Lay in the floor & hope I don’t die every time I get sick. When you force women who don’t want kids to have kids, sometimes I’m the result.