There was another abortion. I would like to say that there had only been one but no, there had been a second abortion two or three years later.
I had broken up with the first boyfriend. He had the audacity to tell me that we “almost’ had a baby together. “ Really…did you just say that to me”. How dare he?! He did not have the right to say that to me when it was his choice not mine.
Well, boyfriend number two was an alcoholic but I did not know it. I hadn’t’ known any alcoholics before him. Breakfast for him was a beer and a joint.
Then the cocaine started. One night he was so high that he came into the bedroom and started choking me. I got away from him…grabbed my car keys and barefoot in my flannel pajamas drove to my mother’s home at 3:00 o’clock in the morning. That was it I was done.
Shortly after that I found out that I was pregnant. There was no way I could have a baby with a man who was an alcoholic and addicted to drugs. This was not what I had envisioned for the father of my child.
This abortion was done in the doctor’s office on a local anesthetic , which meant I felt it. I felt the baby being ripped out of my body.
It haunts me to this day……. to be continued……