"Please Mrs. Avery, I just gotta talk to her,
I'll only keep her a while
Please Mrs. Avery, I just wanna tell her goodbye"
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I was kind of relieved that she found out that way, I didn't have to look her in the eyes and tell her I was pregnant, but I still had to tell her about the adoption. She took it pretty well in the beginning, but later on in the pregnancy she did everything she could to try to get me to parent.
I remember the day I found out I was pregnant. That day was March 5th 2013. It was probably one of the hardest days of my entire life, besides placement day. I was a freshman in college and my period was a little over a week late. I had taken a test 3 days before and it was negative, so this test was just the last one I was going to take to convince myself that I wasn't pregnant and that it was just stress from school. But oh was I so wrong. At first the test wasnt working so I put it away to go to class. I thought it was a dud. When I came back from class I saw those two little pink lines that changed my life forever.
Hello my name is Ellen. In August 2012 my gorgeous son was taken into care. I was in a bad place and had failed to protect him or myself from harm. That doesn't mean I didn't love him though. I fought the proceedings all the way through placement hearing but the decision was taken out of my hands and my son was placed for adoption. In July 2013 he was placed with his new parents, and in June 2014 the adoption order was granted with my blessing. After much thought and heart break I had accepted that it was best for my son. I went to the court hearing prepared to be strong but as I uttered the words I was backing them, tears were rolling down my cheeks and I could barely speak. I left the court that day with my head held high, but by the time I reached the tube station I was in floods of tears and couldn't stop. I cried my whole journey home. I composed myself at my front door as I didn't want my flatmates to see. I laid on my bed and cried myself to sleep. I woke and tried to be strong. Two hours later my flatmate found me still crying and just held me and for that I will be eternally grateful.
Okay, before I start into this piece, let me be as clear as possible: this is not a man hating piece. The majority of my close friends are men. I have known many good men in this life, including the father of my child who is still my best friend.