At some point every woman has a close call with a pregnancy that is unexpected. My friend Stacy had one when she was 16. She had been dating Brad for 2 years and everyone though they were going to live happily ever after. But this is not a fairy tail and those sorts of things just don’t happen to girls these days. But at the time they were very happy and this was something that they couldn’t handle at that point in their lives. But there they were. Or there she was.
Brad was great about it, he went with her to get tested. There were protesters outside who tried to get her to drink orange juice so she would not be able to undergo the termination. It is an old trick. If you eat something before having sedation, then you run the risk of puking, an empty stomach is important.
She got tested. She was pregnant. She was scared.
She told her mother who took it like the pro-choice liberal that she was. She didn’t want anything to do with it but she supported Stacy’s right to make her own decisions. They didn’t tell her father as they feared that his liberal, pro-choice, pro-feminist self would slip away into a it would be replace with a gun toting papa with a shotgun. They were sure that if Stacy’s dad got a hold of Brad, he would go from a rooster to a hen in one shot. Well at least he wouldn’t be able to do it again.
She took Brad and me on the day of the termination to the clinic and again there were protesters there. Didn’t they work?
Stacy was taken in to the back and we were forced to wait outside. It was going to be a while at least an hour so we left to get something to eat. We really didn’t know what to do. It was awkward.
Until Brad hit on me. Then it was really awkward.
My best friend is going though the worst day of her life and this asshole is hitting on me? Boy did she pick a winner.
When we picked her up she just walked out crying. She didn’t stop for a whole day. She didn’t say anything either. She just wailed. I knew it wasn’t the cramping that was making her cry. She was screaming like you see women who have just lost their child in a bombing or horrible accident in Jerusalem or Iraq.
But after that she was ok. She and Brad broke up a few months later. She went to college, went to grad school, got married, and she never talked to me about it.
But now that I am a mom, I think about her and that time all the time. I wonder who that baby might have been. What would have happened if she could have had the baby and she could have put it in daycare at the high school. She could have continued with her schooling and everything would have probably been ok. I have never understood why we force young women to make horrible decisions that are financial and yes emotional.
If most people are pro choice. What would happen if we really gave women a choice. A choice to keep their babies with the full support of society. But I think we want to punish women, to scare them into not getting pregnant in the first place.
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