A Personal Statement On Adoption

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After a moment or so, Makoto took a deep breath, and I was ready for him to tell me to deal with it on my own. I was already considering giving it up for adoption, because I knew for a fact that I couldn’t take care of it if it was on my own. It was an honest mistake, but there was no way in hell I could help work with that mistake. “Wow, this is certainly not what I was expecting,” he told me. “I imagine. It’s not what everyone expects. But yeah. I guess you don’t want to be with me now. You don’t want to take responsibility for this. It’s my fault, my fault for not using protection,” I said. He shook his head. “Bullshit. This is totally my sault, and I’m shocked that it happened. I used a condom, but I guess it broke,” he said. Great. So he did try to protect me, not knock me up and then say “sayonara.” Fuck. “Well, that’s the secret. I was worried about telling you, so I’ve been trying to avoid you for the longest time. But, I guess the cat is out of the bag now,” I said. He nodded. “yes, but you don’t have to worry,” he said. I looked at him, my eyes filled with shock and wonder. Why wouldn’t I worry? I mean fuck, he just told me that he was telling me not to worry, even though I would probably end up being a single parent by the end of this conversion. “Why not? Now I have to take care of a child on my won. I won’t have any held, and I’ll be branded as a whore. All because I made one mistake,” I moaned. “That’s not true. I’m going to help you. I
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