So...
After my divorce my first real relationship came about 3 years later wit a girl I wasn't really sure I wanted a relationship, but which turned out to be more or less stable (the relationship, not her). Still, we eventually broke up and didn't see each other for a couple of weeks when she called me and told me she was 3 weeks late in her period. I was kinda still mad at her so just brushed her off and bought her a pharmacy test kit thingie, which she tried and came out positive... she said that one made 4 tests already.
So we sat down and I did what I thought was right at the moment: I told her I personally didn't want to be a father... or at least that I didn't want to have a baby with her right now. But that if she wanted to have it, I would do the right thing for both of us and marry her and do my best to give her a stable life and a loving home for the baby. She said she definitely didn't want the baby, that she couldn't afford to both financially and mentally.
So we started checking for options. Here it's not exactly legal, except if there's proof you don't have the means to support a child. Mostly because we have an amazing amount of slums and poor people, so the authorities have set up these abortion clinics that do the treatment, but since neither of us are really poor, we couldn't get access to these places. The other option was traveling to UK where apprently it's easier... she used to live in London and worked as a social worker (or something of the sort) and knew about it. And for some time that looked like the best option.
About a sleepless week later, I told one of my best friends and she told me her sister had the same problem about a year before and told me of this doctor who could perform the procedure. So we went there and the doctor performed first an echosonogram and I got the chance to see my kid. My 9-week old foetus that was about an inch long. At the time I didn't think too much of it, so we decided to still go ahead.
Without going into too much detail, let's just say it involves a lot of blood, and a lot of fear, and a lot of trust, and the procedure was done. We even stayed together for a time after that and eventually broke up.
Save for about 4 people, no one knows this. That was a year ago.
Last Saturday I was cleaning up some books I had lying around and found 40 euros inside one. Inside another I found the echosonogram print-out we received at the doctor's office. And I haven't been able to stop crying since.
I'm 100% sure we made the right choice. I just can't help thinking right now the kid would be around 3 months old and our lives would be completely different.
, mines called alfonz although the pillow talk with her is pretty one sided
