I'm so lucky
Asguard
Knocking up a woman who won't have an abortion is one of the risks of heterosexual intercourse.
Think of it this way:
My partner ...
• ... didn't take the pill ...
• ... didn't like condoms ...
• ... lied in order to keep our relationship together ...
• ... told me that she couldn't have a child by me unless she underwent a specific medical treatment (all of a shot) ...
... and what did I say?
Nothin'. I didn't even stop to think about what it meant that she couldn't have a child by me°. I got on her and got laid pretty much whenever I could.
On a Saturday night, my partner and I went down to the Owl & Thistle in Seattle to watch what, as I recall, was the final gig for a local jazz band. We took the bus from the Wallingford neighborhood to a central point downtown and walked the remaining blocks. Once there, we proceeded to get really, really drunk. It was a wonderful show, and a good time was had by all. Leaving the bar, we got into a really stupid fight about what route to take back to the bus stop. She told me to go ahead and walk "my way". After years of buckling to her inconsistency and irrationality, and being quite drunk, I said, "Okay." And started walking back. As I made the first turn, she revealed that she was following me by yelling, "Doesn't it even matter to you that I'm carrying your baby inside me?" (Yes, I've told this story before, but it has
so many contexts.)
Anyway, the next day, we talked about the situation a little more, and she had not yet been to a doctor to confirm the home test. I told her she should go to a doctor and make sure. She did on that Monday. Well, so to speak. She drank so much on Saturday and had such a hangover on Sunday that she collapsed at work on Monday and was taken to a nearby emergency clinic. All she needed was fluids, and it was confirmed that she was, indeed, pregnant.
Now, she had already decided that she was carrying this one to term, and enrolled in her health plan's prenatal program while she was at the clinic. None of this, mind you, would I have objected to. But here's the thing: when we talked about it Monday night, it stung. A number of things contributed to that, but the catalyst was that she had made the decision without telling me. It actually took me a few days to get over that and look at the situation objectively. What actually pissed me off is that she got drunk while she suspected she was pregnant, and was making all of her decisions, which are her prerogative, and the only reason I got to know she was pregnant was that she was drunk and pissed off and thought she could
hurt me by telling me.
And
that was the real issue that pissed me off. Yeah, I would have liked to have been told. I would have supported any decision she made because it's her body. And that's the thing: it's
her body, and even though it was cruel and petty and stupid of her to conduct herself as she did, it was
still her right. She
never had to tell me. She could have had an abortion and never told me, and while the disrespect would have stung, let's face it, disrespect was and is one of her primary methods of dealing with me. And that modus operandi has
absolutely nothing to do with her right to govern her body. Period.
And, in the end, I
did get to have my say when I quashed the merest suggestion of adoption. That was
my right. If a person
I contributed to was going to come into the world, then
I would be its father. Because once that child is in the world,
then I have a say.
And yes, she could have made that difficult. She could have said she didn't know the father, and signed off adoption papers, and forced me to petition for paternity after the fact. And that would have been cruel and horrible and ridiculous, but that's the way it goes.
You don't have to respect
who a woman is just because you slept with her. Heaven knows, the fact that I was banging her didn't change the fact that she was a duplicitous, spiteful, fill-in-the-insult-since-there-are-many-that-suffice.
And what I'm getting at is that no matter how dishonest she is, that no matter
what, I don't get a say in what happens to the fetus.
If you think that sounds unfair, I can only reiterate the point:
That is the risk that comes with heterosexual intercourse.
Sexually, I would have been better off finding a guy who could give me good orgasms. Because, and I'm pretty sure I've said it here before, the sex wasn't even that good with her. It's not entirely a joke to say that I could get better orgasms without her. As in alone. Just me, myself, and I. She was a
lousy fuck. But I still did it. And in doing so, yes, I assumed the risk of knocking her up and having no say over whether or not she had the kid.
The best way to avoid that situation is to not have sex with a fertile woman. And given that I've heard before the excuse that, "She said she couldn't have children," I would further recommend that the best way to avoid the situation is to not have sex with women. You have hands, right? And I'm sure there's a nancy somewhere nearby who could rock your world.
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Notes:
° what it meant that she couldn't have a child by me — Let us be clear that the problem was an Rh mismatch. Conception was not impossible. Miscarriages, however, were the rule. The question then arises, When does the miscarriage occur? The miscarriage results from an antibody response, and if the fetus develops enough before the antibody response occurs, it will fight back. And this can kill women. Doesn't happen often. But it can happen. I never really stopped to think about what it means. Hell, she was just making an excuse to not use condoms. It shouldn't matter that she didn't think through the health damage of repeated miscarriages. I mean, if I had simply bothered to look up what she was talking about, not only would I have had to make a point of ignoring the danger, but I would have realized what I should have realized: she'd already had the shot. I still don't understand how the misinformation came about; most people I know pay at least some attention to what a doctor is shooting into their bloodstream. Then again, I have a really cool daughter in large part because her mother is a two-bit, petty, lying .... Yeah. I have a really cool daughter because honesty is something her mother is, under mundane circumstances, generally incapable of. I'm so goddamn lucky. This story could have gone a whole lot worse.