Decisions
When she told me she
thought she was pregnant, I looked at her in disbelief. Not because she was pregnant, but because she was telling me in the middle of a fight after we had just gotten
plowed on Guinness and Tullamore Dew.
I asked her to go to the doctor to find out.
Come Monday morning, she collapsed at work. Inasmuch as I thought I might be getting a quick and cheap route out of fatherhood, the situation was still disturbing.
But, at the hospital, they told her she definitely was pregnant. She enrolled in their prenatal program on the spot.
Point being: I was left out of the decision to keep or abort the child.
As much as it bugged me ...
This is the way it should be.
That she
lied about contraception is another story entirely. But you don't really think I'm going to leave my offspring to such sinister devices, do you?
The sad thing is, that after all of the politics and pride, because of some of state law, while I
could intervene in an adoption (not an abortion, though) I am not presently the legal father of my own child.
I love the law as pertains to reproduction. It's
so screwed up. And largely because of conservative men who demonstrably don't understand the issues involved.
Remember--you need a license to have a pet, and any two twits can have children.
Men--if you are considering reproducing, make sure
her divorce is finalized. Otherwise you get to roll on the floor in the hospital in front of a social worker laughing like Jesus just tripped on someone's liver and landed on his holy ass. I have no idea who's responsible for this ridiculous law.
thanx,
Tiassa