Dear Papa Joe,
My name is Calli, a young woman full of dreams. This story is about someone who played a big part in my life. I grew up in the city in our area. I was 15 years old when I moved to the province to study and met a guy named Azure. He is good-looking, moreno, tall, and half Chinese. It is a long story how we met, but to make it short, we became a couple. We have been together for two years now.
Earlier this year, I got pregnant without noticing that there was already a little life growing inside my womb. I still hung out with friends, drinking and staying up late. I only found out I was pregnant when one night after school I was bleeding, and there was blood and something like a lizard—by the way, it was actually a fetus. I was rushed to the hospital, and the doctors confirmed I was two months pregnant. In short, I had a miscarriage.
I was devastated and kept asking why. Why was I deprived of the right to become a mother? Yes, I was only 17, but don't I have the right to raise a child? After what happened, Azure distanced himself from me. He always finds a way to pick a fight. And what is worse? He always brings it up, putting all the blame on me for why our little one is gone. But am I the only one at fault? Even he himself noticed something was different with my behavior—my mood swings—but he ignored it because he said it was fine. Is it only my fault, or is it also his fault because he did not care about me during that time? Please tell me, is it all my fault?
Calli
Dear Calli,
What happened is done and cannot be undone. Who is at fault? Both of you, because both of you did it. You entered into a relationship without thinking of the consequences, and now you realize it. First, you were still a student when you engaged in married life, and you knew what could happen. You still went out drinking and stayed up late. So regret comes too late. I have no other advice except to change yourself because this is your wake-up call. As for your boyfriend, weigh the red flags you have seen.
Papa Joe
