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Date: September 25, 2014 11:52PM
I started the story here:
http://exmormon.org/phorum/read.php?2,1368637,1368637#msg-1368637I have been wanting to tell my decision but I have not wanted to think through all the details now that it is done. I'll try to make it very simple.
Two days after my RfM post I told my husband about the pregnancy. He came over immediately and asked if I would take a test for him and I, of course, said yes.
He was so happy and exited that he was finally going to be a father. He is older than me, loves children, and has wanted his own for a long time.
He asked me what I wanted to do and I had no intention of hiding my thoughts. I told him right then that I was thinking about abortion. He told me he didn't think I could ever do that and if I kept the baby we would work it out however I wanted. He said he would do ANYTHING if I didn't have an abortion.
He needed to go to work so we decided he would come back over that night to talk more. I asked him not to tell anyone during the day but he was so over the moon that despite my considerations he told just about everyone he knew, including my parents.
That night there were many tears shed on my part. We played out some scenarios. I asked him if I ended up getting an abortion if he still would have wanted to know and he said yes. That made me feel the smallest bit better because I knew if I had an abortion I should save him a world of hurt by never telling him I was pg but I also knew that there was the smallest possibility that I could change my mind and I thought he deserved to know. If I had an abortion and didn't tell him I would always wonder if I would have made a different decision had I told him.
Anyway. I made it clear that I did not want to be alone, at least while pregnant. I wanted him to stay the night that night and he wouldn't. He had lived with me mere weeks before and now he said it was my fault we were in this position because I kicked him out. I am not a clincy person like I was that night. He knew it was clear that I needed him with me in this beginning stage when I was so confused. He told me I could come to his place but I had never been there and I was anxious and he was ready to go straight to sleep and I knew I would be up for hours with nowhere to move around and nothing to do but freak out while feeling alone and uncomfortable.
How could I be asked to make so many sacrifices but he didn't even have to stay that first night with me? As I clung to him and cried and begged him to stay, he walked away. I sent him a text after he left saying I wanted an abortion for the exact example of tonight. He cared about the baby, not me, and I wasn't going to be put in the position over and over where I needed him and he could leave without a care.
The text upset him and he missed work the next day. I am a sucker and asked to go over to his place to talk. When I went over he told me he couldn't handle losing his child and (because I am a softie) I told him I wouldn't have an abortion. I know how much he wants a child and that was the only thing I was holding onto when trying to convince myself of my decision over and over.
I didn't stay over that night but I did the next night. It was a disaster. I couldn't sleep. That meant my husband couldn't sleep. I ended up crying myself to sleep in the early hours of the morning. I was exhausted. I had to work late the next night so I stayed at my place. I slept amazingly. I tried to stay over with him the next night but I couldn't fall asleep and was getting upset over him not even underingstanding my fears or trying to talk about what I thought were problems, so I went home.
We didn't talk the next day. Even though I told him over and over that I wanted comfort and support, he wasn't getting it. I know I didn't give him much of a chance but I know how he is. I have made so many sacrifices when I knew it was wrong or going against my gut because I love him and I thought it would get better. In this case, that might be true. He would change if I had a baby. But did I want a man that saw so many flaws in me and had so many complaints but kept his mouth shut NOW because I had his child? Could I risk thinking everything would be okay when a child was on the line?
I spelled it out for him after some miscommunication that we needed to talk so I could vent what problems and concerns I saw and he finally realized what I was getting at and agreed. Then I found out he told my parents that I wanted an abortion. He wouldn't talk to me about how I was feeling but he had no problem spilling all my drama to my parents? I told him yet again that I wanted an abortion (this was in the few days after I had left his place without staying the night because I couldn't sleep). He called me selfish and said our baby had a heartbeat and he knew I would never do that.
Well. He didn't talk to me and I didn't try to talk to him for the next week! The only time he had come to me was the first day he found out I was pg and the few times I saw him after that I had to go to him. Nice that he could avoid the fact that I was pregnant and I couldn't. He made no fight for the one thing he really wanted in life, nor made any effort to prove this situation could work. My mom saw him on Sunday (Oh yeah, my jack mo husband started going back to church full time now that I was pregnant because god gave him the greatest gift-- I certainly didn't see it that way-- and wanted our child all up in TSCC too!) and my mom told him to go over that afternoon and talk to me. She called it his last ditch effort. No surprise, he didn't. I had a surgical abortion the next day. I went in at 10:00 a.m. and I was done by 1:00 p.m. I was 6 weeks and 4 days. The baby would have been due on my upcoming birthday.
Up until that point it was clear my choices were:
A) Have the baby and give it away to my husband and have little to no part in it's life while he raised it mormon and probably raised it in a shitty trailer and sent it to daycare with god knows who the majority of the day.
B) Have the baby and have split custody. I would do all the dirty work during the day while my "husband" made a "living" that I would have to rely off of. He would still probably have weekends and take the child to church.
C) Have the baby and get back together with my husband. He would move into my brand new house and take half control over it which would mean completely destroying it. I would still being doing all the dirty work while relying on his work ethic and he would still raise the child at least half mormon. I would also be cleaning after him and a baby, cooking for him and feeding a baby, and basically have no life and a baby constantly along with a husband that I didn't get along with before and stated my opinion about such above ^^ To add, he is very manipulative and controlling and doesn't trust a word I say about anything. He has a lot of issues and has never had any real relationship. I became miserable trying my best to deal with him and never being good enough during our marriage.
Of course, none of these scenarios took into account or fixed the fact that I DO NOT WANT TO BE PREGNANT OR HAVE A BABY. I absolutely do not want to push a child out of me or have it cut out of me!! I know that I am perfectly capable of caring for a child. But that does not mean that I want to or that I don't have other hopes or dreams that I would be held back from or that I would be a good, loving mother that is prepared to do everything necessary to raise a child to adulthood.
It also doesn't mean that I wouldn't give a shit if I just handed it to my husband and never looked back. I wouldn't do all that pregnancy work for nothing.
People have babies because they want to. Because they are ready and because they want that connection with a child and a lover. I am not ready. I do not want a child. I don't know if I want that connection. I feel like my husband should have wanted a connection with me for me and not because I am pregnant. I don't know if I want to put in all the work it means to raise a child. I don't want it to have a life like mine. When in doubt.. Why shouldn't the opposite reasoning for having a baby be good enough to not have a baby? I think it is selfish either way and you can only make the decision that is best for you knowing what you are willing to deal with in your life at any point.
Ten minutes after the abortion I felt completely fine. I took a nap on the way home. My husband text me that night for the first time in a week and asked if I was still pregnant. I tried to let him down easy. I told him I got an ultra sound pic (which I got just for him) and he told me he wanted it. He came and got it the next day. He was visibly upset and left right after. I tired to text him and he said we had nothing to talk about. He quit his job two days later to get something more away from me. I haven't really had a conversation with him since but I have seen him twice for about five minutes each time when he stopped by to pick up some of his possessions. It has been 10 days since the abortion now and that has been about it.
I don't regret my decision but I feel bad that I hurt him and he doesn't get to have a child like he wanted for a long time. For a few days after the abortion I would have moments where I would still worry or think about what I was going to do before realizing/remembering that I wasn't pregnant anymore. Obviously things would be different if I were still pregnant. Things were going to be different in my life no matter what once I found out I was pregnant. I am glad I made a definite decision that I can't keep changing or taking back or thinking over because I would be doing that for nine months. This decision was my first thought and what I wanted from the very beginning and it is tough at times (any decision would be tough and my other options would probably have been more difficult in the long run even if they had some good times or "blessings" attached) but I am glad I got to choose what was right for me and go through with it and that makes me feel much better. It is all over now. I didn't want to get back with my husband and I am not going to. I am fine or good or whatever with us getting a divorce. I gave us a chance and now I am getting out after a short while without wasting years away. Lesson learned. Everything is going back to how it was a month ago after we split, which is what I wanted all along. It sucks that life had to add in this month of babyness to deal with but I am 22 years old and I don't feel guilty. I will get through it and it will all work out in the long run.
Laugh. Love. Live.
That was a lot. THE END.