I recently placed my child for adoption because I felt like I couldn't provide a good environment for him. He was born Aug.
7th and adopted three days later by a fantastic couple of my choosing. Still, I’m 33 years old, so I feel a lot of pressure from society in general (or maybe just in my own head) that I should have my stuff together better by now so that I wouldn’t have to do this to myself and my family. I’m also ashamed of how the child was conceived (adultery). I’ve gone to confession, but still feel guilty for the trouble I’ve put everybody through. Please pray that I feel some relief or maybe assurance that in fact, when it’s all said and done, perhaps it was actually God’s will that all this happen this way - as messed up as it is.