“Don’t give me some bullshit excuse, Emily. I’ve done things for you. Things you don’t want other people to know about, right? Or do you not care if my dear sister finds out you threw away a baby?” My heart practically drops into the pit of my stomach. I didn’t “throw away” a baby like she’s putting it. I had a baby when I was a teenager, and she helped me find a good family for my child. It was a private adoption. It’s not like I threw my baby in a McDonald’s restroom trash can.
I was fifteen when I got pregnant, and I had my baby right after I turned sixteen. At the time, I was a bit of a heavier teenager, so it wasn’t like my parents would be able to tell. I remember purposefully eating more during that time in the hopes it would keep them from figuring out the truth.
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