I was born without reproductive organs. I made that mean I wasn’t good enough. That I was broken. That I was unlovable.
Shortly after the discovery of my birth defect, I began dating men who I felt couldn’t abandon me because of it.
I dated bad men. Men who were projects at best and abusers at worst.
Men who wouldn’t leave me because I couldn’t give them a baby.
Subconsciously, I was choosing to punish myself for not being born with a uterus.