I grew up poor, my Dad grew up poor and his Father before him and so on. When my Dad talked about his childhood he always mentioned that he never went to bed hungry. It was his way of saying it was bad but not that bad. His goal was to do the same for us, and he did. As a kid I never once went to bed hungry.

Now I lay awake in bed with hunger pains listening to my wife’s stomach make those awful sounds. I’m unemployable with worsening mental and physical health as my heart pounds against my hollow sounding chest, yet none of this is what’s keeping me awake. For some reason my state forced planned parenthood to reduce its hours. Today we couldn’t get plan B because of that and they’re not open on weekends.

My Dad had me when he was 23. I am now 31, married with no children. I know I can never have children because there’s no way I could have the power to ensure my would be child doesn’t go to bed hungry. I lost 30 pounds over the summer while homeless.

I have no idea what I’m going to do if she is pregnant. We can’t afford to buy the plan B, we can’t afford to have an abortion, and like I said having a kid is out of the question. I’m not going to sit here and pretend to understand the politics behind all this because I don’t see any argument. I am a suffering person in America who needs planned parenthood not just for myself but for the children born to unfit parents (like myself) who will have to go to bed hungry.