I am in crisis, and repressing it.
My boyfriend coerced me into an abortion by promising me marriage etc that he later denied, he was going to leave unless i got rid of it, our relationship was a bit rocky at the time and i had no way to support myself although then i wanted the baby very much, so i went through with it. The crisis brought us closer together and while i'll never trust him again we are now closer than ever, he treats me like the most precious thing in the world, and he is to me, everything, my best friend. I think losing him would kill me...and so would losing my freedom...
Anyway, i just found out i'm four weeks pregnant again, i'm a student again now, i have a small grant to get by on, i'll get help from the government with childcare if i go ahead, but i'll struggle especially as i am NOT maternal - the thought of breastfeeding makes me gag and babies are not as cute as puppies...in fact, i can't even look after a puppy.
Anyway, i thought, i'm all for this abortion, i'll lose my figure at 24, get horrendous stretchmarks (i'm already covered in them from my teens), and my boyfriend will leave me - and if he doesn't our sex life will be ruined because he'll find me, and my bump, and my stretch marks, vile and disgusting and my sex drive will be frustrated and i'll get even more stressed, and he'll watch porn and sleep with prostitutes behind my back....that is what my brain is telling me. He hates babies.
But last night i got so upset and angry at him! My life has been full of horrors, and yet again i am abandoned by those i thought loved me, why can't it just be nice like for other people? Why does everything have to be perfect? Why does everything have to be his way, rational, controlled? Like he controls me.
But on the other hand i can feel this life inside me, i knew i was pregnant before my period because i kept having funny daydreams about a multi coloured little light bouncing around in my stomach, yes, totally nuts i thought at the time, must have been my brains way of telling me something was up but i laughed it off, then my period didn't show up...
So i think i'll be a crap mother, my life will be ruined, and my love will leave me.
And i don't know what the hell to do but i sure as hell don't want a vaginal tear, incontinence, stretch marks, and no love life...
But then, i don't want to be childless all my life and thinking...why did i do it for a man who left me at X point anyway. Don't you just wish you could see the future?