*Trigger Warning* Before continuing, please note, this post contains some emotional content as well as discussions of abortion procedure which can be a potential trigger to some
SOMETIME IN SEPTEMBER 2016
“Do you ever think about our abortion?” I texted him.
We had recently broken up, so this was a completely out-of-the-blue message for him. I had been discussing my abortion in therapy (a lot), so it was not out-of-the-blue for me.
“No, I don’t think about it often, and when I do, it does upset me” Duck replied.
I then explained to him that I think about it a lot, and that it’s an event in my life which was quite traumatic, and one that I am still struggling to come to terms with.
I OFTEN have flashbacks of the time around this abortion; before, during and after. And it often leaves me feeling nauseous.
Then, I told him, for the first time ever: “You decided that abortion. I wish you had allowed me the time to come to a decision myself. But you pressured me to have it done when you wanted it done”
His response was infuriating: “Why? Could you see yourself with a kid now? Do you actually think we could have had a baby?”