The Choices I Made

by mooms

Ginny recalls the past 39 years of her life. She made choices and stood firm despite every consequence that came. Given the chance she would relive her life, she would make the same mistakes all over again. Her decisions could not have been otherwise.

Prologue: Choices

It's not easy to make choices. It is preferring one over the other, weighing which is more favorable. Take one or the other, and you end up hurting yourself or the people you love. Both choices may seem favorable, one for you, the other for the many.

Should you choose only for yourself or for the people you love? Should you be selfish or selfless? Should you put personal interest over morality? Should you choose evil over good?

In the end, it's your call. And so you make sure you decide on one that you won't regret.

Sometimes you make the wrong decision. You are expected to learn from it. It's not good to be making the same mistake twice.

But what if it was the sweetest mistake you have ever committed? Will you do it again? Will give in to your innermost desires, and risk hurting the people you love in the process?

On the other hand, will you sacrifice your own happiness for the sake of your family? Will you continue depriving yourself of the one thing that you so desire, for fear of failing your family, for losing their trust? Will you decide against what your heart screams for to avoid looking at the disappointed face of your parents and brothers?

Or will you rather avoid hurting a lover? Can your heart bear failing the man you love?

It is a tough call. You cannot have the best of both worlds. One must suffer the consequences of your choices.

Your heart is torn in two and you cannot decide.

Postponing your decision will only hurt everyone involved. Unless, of course, one knew nothing of the other!

But what if they both know of the existence of the other? What then?

Who will you choose? How will you choose?

The same dilemma happened to me, twice actually, so many moons ago.

I made choices and I never did regret them. Each time I looked into the eyes of my children or when I watched the man I love as he slept, I knew.

There could not be a better choice than the one I made.

I would do the same thing all over again.

Let me take you back thirty-nine years ago.

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Author's Notes: It's a rather short prologue, but I promise something longer on the coming chapters. Thanks for reading! Please read and review, let me know if the prologue seems interesting enough! Xenia Maria