It's Friday night here in Bucharest and I just finished watching the season finale of 16 and Pregnant. Honestly, I can't remember the last time I cried so earnestly. The couple on there was actually from Michigan, from pretty bad homes. NEITHER of their parents supported their decision to give the baby up, even though realistically the child would have such a shittier life staying with them. These two sixteen year olds were more mature than both of their parents combined, and they were honestly different than any other couple featured on the show. I have no idea why I'm affected so much. It was just so heart-warming/breaking at the same time. The adoptive parents were like Barbie and Ken, just so perfect. She was a private school teacher at a Christian school and wore J-Crew sweaters artfully tied around her shoulders, and her husband was a financial planner and looked like a wholesome American dad. They met at church, have a huge house, this kid is going to be so blessed. At the same time, I kept thinking about Marisa, and how much I love her, how different my life would be without her. What if my parents had given her up? She brings so much joy to my life, she's one of the freaking coolest people I know. Okay I need my eyes to deflate, I need to stop thinking about this.
xox,
loveacrosstheocean.
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