Monthly Archives: October 2006

Happy Halloween


Since, I’m leaving sometime today and probably will not have time until after Halloween, I wanted to wish you all a happy one (or Samhain or Day of the Dead) and show you a picture of one of the cutest little boys on the planet.

This is the little elf baby, Colson, only he’s not so little anymore. Isn’t he a doll baby?
Colson is my sister Mary’s son. He is 7 months old now and as you can see by his shirt he is his Daddy’s Little Pumpkin.

Happy Halloween!

8 Years

8 years ago this evening, Tony and I stood together and said our vows. For us, that’s a large portion of our lives. We married young. Yet, when we compare our marriage to our parents, we’re babies.

His parents have been married 36 years as of yesterday, mine will be 32 years on Thursday.

A lot longer than us, those are the people we try to model our marriage after. We take the good from them and work toward the lifelong bond our parents have.


And tonight we celebrate 8 years of the start of our married life. We’re not doing anything fancy this year, just spending time together. I have a beautiful Gerber Daisy plant on my nightstand from my sweetheart. I adore daisies and he always remembers that.

It is those little things that make our marriage work. The remembering my favorite flower, the kiss on the forehead before we go to sleep. When we go away somewhere, he packs my slippers for me.

The way he clicks 350 times a day for me on one of the MMORPGs I play. (shut up, I know I’m a gamer geek.)

And, the way he looks at me and smiles. I know that he loves me as much, if not more, than the day we said I do.


8 years ago today. I held hands with this man and vowed to love him forever. And, I will and I do.

We’re not the punk looking kids that we were that day, we’re a bit older, a bit of grey here and there, a line on a face. And more in love than ever.

I love you Tony. Happy Anniversary, baby.

I hate making titles.

Well, I’m astoundingly pleased with the fact that my last posts comments. I have seen too many journals/blogs that have mentioned abortion and the comments become a horrible place. Even the emails I have gotten (a lot of emails, that I will respond to tonight) have been great.

That just goes to show you that my readers are just smarter than the average site’s readership. Thanks again.

The greatest comment though was the one from my sister, Mary, that began: : Susan, I would never judge you and I am glad we have come to a point in our relationship (finally!!) to speak freely.”

It is great, although it is odd. I have never really been that close with my sisters, not since early childhood. For some reason, I really didn’t discuss things with them, I kept my life hidden from them, in the vast majority of ways. Now, we’re 31 (me) 29 (Mary) and 27 (Katie) and things are starting to change.

Mary and I have talk more now, although not as much as I would like, since we live a ways apart and we both have busy lives. For some reason since the birth of her son, Colson (who is adorable and I need an updated picture of to share with y’all.), we have really become closer. I feel like I can share more with her, and she seems to do the same.

It’s wonderful. I’m finally finding myself not hiding everything I did in my life from her. It’s not so much that I was ashamed of my life but, that I didn’t want my sisters’ repeating some of the things I had done.

Which, in retrospect, maybe if I had been more open they would have been less likely to do some of those things. Hindsight is always 20/20 isn’t it?

There are other things that really added to the fact that I wasn’t as close to my sisters as I would have liked. When our parents seperated for a couple years, during my teen years, I was sort of a pseudoMom figure. Being the oldest female, I felt like I had to help Dad with my siblings and that set me up to not feel as close to them.

Then, when our parents did get back together, I distanced myself from the family as I was still very angry with Mom. The next few years, I was never home, then before you knew it, Mary was gone to school, I was moving in with my now husband, and Katie left home, as well. We scattered out and just didn’t see one another much.

We have all come back to living within a easily drivable distance of one another, and we go to Moose functions as a family. I wish we could spend even more time together but, compared to most families? We’re doing wonderfully.

Now, if I could only teach my sisters to call me Suzy, instead of Susan.

Love ya sis, thanks for being not just my sister but, my friend,

Suzy.

Strength

I signed this petition last month.

I signed the petition as a woman who has aborted. I signed it with my real name, I talked to someone from Ms. Magazine on the phone and told her that yes, they could use my name.

And, now I’m coming forward here. I was 14, I got pregnant the first time I had sex which was actually 3 weeks prior to my 14th birthday. It was painful and fast and not a good thing at all.

I found out I was pregnant on my 14th birthday. I hid it from my parents until the end of June. They found out by someone in town telling them.

That scene was not good, it was horrible, my parents were not the best parents at that moment.

I aborted June 28th, 1989, in a hospital in Richmond. At the time I wasn’t happy about it but, it saved my life. I would have had nothing had I had a baby at 14 years old. I wouldn’t have my husband or my life. I would have had to leave my parents’ home and go on welfare.

I did the right thing for me. I made my choice. And it is important that we keep this choice available to all women.

This is hard for me to write as my one sister reads this. I have never told either of my sisters about my abortion.

And, that is all I have to say today. Please, do not leave comments condemning me. I will delete them. You can discuss things but, keep it nice.