To understand Lilly and I, the first thing you must know is that although I did not phyically give birth to her, she might as well have been my child. Not in an ownerhip sense, but in that sense that knows when her child is in danger, or happy or is in bit of a funk. I was also the person that Lilly could come to with anything. Just to talk or to ask questions she couldn't ask anyone else. She always knew that if I felt that she was putting herself or her friends at risk, that I would speak out and on occasion, I did.
But this Lilly, who moved into my home and brought with her that thing named Blair. That was not my Lilly. We'd always had house rules, they had never posed a problem. Adding a few new ones for Blair was easy enough. Since he lived about an hour and a half away, he could sleep on my couch when he came to visit. Not my upstairs spare room. Since my niece was now 18 & he 21, he was not to supply her with alcohol. And the most important rule of all was that both of them were going to respect me and my home and not have sex in my home at all.
One night, I came home early, Blair's truck was parked in my front yard! And Lilly was at home, not at work where she was supposed to be. Upon entering my kitchen, they had made milkshakes and god knows what other concontions but my kitchen was a disater and the two lovebirds were under the influence of more than one intoxicant. I basically sent them both to bed to sleep it off and stayed up all night trying to dedicide what the hell to do. If you're still so inclined please follow me below the orange Satan sqiggle
I had spoken to Blair's mother regarding this mess and the kindiest thing I can say about her us that she would have made a perfect 50's wife. I had her read her son's text messages and their was no doubt that he had a serious alcohol and cocaine problem and that even though he had virtually no chance to make it in baseball in even the most minor of leagues he was using steroids again. Her major concern was that Lilly's father was an alcoholic and a drug addict who, by the way, had been out of her life for over 13 years. The genetic effect. Not the genetic effect her very own son's use might have caused during conception. I had read some of Blair's text messages where he suggested having the baby and living with his family and him going back to college, And the conversation I had with his mom pretty much backed up the whole stepford wife scenario. I knew they ever conned my Lilly into moving into that house, she would effectively be cut off from our family. And I knew that all of her hard work, every fire of hell she had litlerally had to walk through to get where she was, to get that diploma and to be so close to achieving her dreams was slipping away by the second.
So the next day, Lilly and I had the hardest talk we've ever had before. We talked about adoption, the problem with that is that Blair would have never signed away his parental rights and we both agreed that no child should be raised in that house. The only option left was abortion. We both cried and cried, it is never, ever an easy choice, but my only concern had to be for the woman/child in front of me, not a clump of cells in her uterus that had the potential for life. It was ultimately her decision to make and she did. I was with her as much of the way as they would let me be.
And today, my Lilly went to college, graduated Summa Cum Laude, has a wonderful job in a field she adores and as a bonus, has a wonderful boyfriend who treats her like a queen and when they're ready to start a family, they should't have any problem thanks to the availablity of safe, legal medical abortions.