Being Real 2

I couldn't believe it. The pregnancy test was positive. My mind kept repeating no no no no no but the truth does rise to the surface. Yes. I was pregnant. I was 24, lived in a dump, my family wasn't speaking to me, I drove a 1980 Chevy Chevette and worked parttime at a daycare center and Lerner clothing store. I was working on getting my teaching license so I could hopefully land a teaching job. I wasn't about to tell the father. I told Pat and my roomate. 2 people. My roomate said she would drive me. She had driven lots of girlfriends to get theirs. She was talking about abortion. Pat didn't say anything. We were just friends, he was heading back to school and I was alone. I wish I would have sought out others to be informed or simply to listen and be there for me. I was terrified. Out of my mind. Terrified. What would I do? What kind of life would I have? I rushed headlong into a decision before I could even let my thoughts settle. I sorta fantasized about having it.(no, not an it! A baby! My baby!)I could almost let myself feel excited to be a mom but those thoughts were immediately shut down. No. My mother paid for my sister's abortion. Her own grandchild. My example. I went to the phone book and looked in A's. Right there. Right in front was a long list of places. I picked one. I dialed the phone and made an appointment at Meadowbrook. My problem would be over, finished, solved in one week. I could get on with my life. OR so they told me. So I thought.

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