I'm hardly ignorant simply because my opinion differs from yours, Jez. Perhaps the pot should take a look in the mirror before calling the kettle black.
I'm 30 years old. Been sexually active and fully able to conceive for 12 years. Yet I only have one child, one whom I would give my life for. WOW! How did I manage that? Simple. By use of CONTRACEPTIVES. I know I know, a radical approach indeed! Maybe ONE day the idea will catch on and become a more mainstream way to prevent unwanted pregnancies.
Several years ago, a former friend of mine got pregnant with her 3rd child. She was strong, independant, and financially capable of raising the child along with her other two. But, she had just kicked the father of her children (her husband) to the curb, because she had gotten bored with him, and wanted a new man in her life. He was having a hard time dealing with the seperation, and an even harder time dealing with the fact she wanted a divorce and he was no longer going to be able to be a daily part of his childrens lives. So 3 weeks after she kicked him out, and already had her eye on a new man, she realized she was pregnant with her husbands 3rd child. She realized it would be an 'inconvienience'. For one, her husband, and father of the child would *gasp* want to be a part of the childs life. And two, landing this new guy she had her eye on would prove difficult enough with 2 kids, let alone three. She was after a live-in babysitter, and that would simply be too hard to find with 3 kids. So she opted to wash her hands of the entire affair and have an abortion. PRESTO! Problems all solved with one quick visit to the doctor. Being naive as I was back then, not having any children of my own yet and not understanding the feelings a mother has for their own child, I said yes when she asked me of I would go with her for 'support'. The staff allowed me back into the room with her, and I sat there and held her hand during the procedure. I sat there and WATCHED the entire abortion being done. There is nothing like viewing a live procedure to sober ones views and make them take a second look at the reality of it all.
So 3 weeks later, she is healed, dating this new guy, and I'm sitting at home pondering the justice in the whole affair. Then I get a phone call. Her husband (one of my best friends, mind you, and former fiance before we realized we were much better friends than lovers) had just committed suicide. Hung himself from a tree in a friends backyard. The female friend could care less. Never once did she shed a tear over his death, nor did she ever give any second thought to her decision to have HIS child aborted without HIS knowledge, or even without telling him she was pregnant at all. He died, never knowing.
He loved his kids, and his seperation from them was the hardest thing for him to deal with. He would have GLADLY taken full custody of the baby, and she could have moved on with her life, never having to deal with it again. It would have given him new hope and a reason to live, but she killed that along with their mutual baby when she visited the doctor that fateful day.
So to say I am 'ignorant' for my beliefs is a bit inane. I base my views and opinions on my OWN experiences...not on political correctness or modern liberation.
Mimi
I'm 30 years old. Been sexually active and fully able to conceive for 12 years. Yet I only have one child, one whom I would give my life for. WOW! How did I manage that? Simple. By use of CONTRACEPTIVES. I know I know, a radical approach indeed! Maybe ONE day the idea will catch on and become a more mainstream way to prevent unwanted pregnancies.
Several years ago, a former friend of mine got pregnant with her 3rd child. She was strong, independant, and financially capable of raising the child along with her other two. But, she had just kicked the father of her children (her husband) to the curb, because she had gotten bored with him, and wanted a new man in her life. He was having a hard time dealing with the seperation, and an even harder time dealing with the fact she wanted a divorce and he was no longer going to be able to be a daily part of his childrens lives. So 3 weeks after she kicked him out, and already had her eye on a new man, she realized she was pregnant with her husbands 3rd child. She realized it would be an 'inconvienience'. For one, her husband, and father of the child would *gasp* want to be a part of the childs life. And two, landing this new guy she had her eye on would prove difficult enough with 2 kids, let alone three. She was after a live-in babysitter, and that would simply be too hard to find with 3 kids. So she opted to wash her hands of the entire affair and have an abortion. PRESTO! Problems all solved with one quick visit to the doctor. Being naive as I was back then, not having any children of my own yet and not understanding the feelings a mother has for their own child, I said yes when she asked me of I would go with her for 'support'. The staff allowed me back into the room with her, and I sat there and held her hand during the procedure. I sat there and WATCHED the entire abortion being done. There is nothing like viewing a live procedure to sober ones views and make them take a second look at the reality of it all.
So 3 weeks later, she is healed, dating this new guy, and I'm sitting at home pondering the justice in the whole affair. Then I get a phone call. Her husband (one of my best friends, mind you, and former fiance before we realized we were much better friends than lovers) had just committed suicide. Hung himself from a tree in a friends backyard. The female friend could care less. Never once did she shed a tear over his death, nor did she ever give any second thought to her decision to have HIS child aborted without HIS knowledge, or even without telling him she was pregnant at all. He died, never knowing.
He loved his kids, and his seperation from them was the hardest thing for him to deal with. He would have GLADLY taken full custody of the baby, and she could have moved on with her life, never having to deal with it again. It would have given him new hope and a reason to live, but she killed that along with their mutual baby when she visited the doctor that fateful day.
So to say I am 'ignorant' for my beliefs is a bit inane. I base my views and opinions on my OWN experiences...not on political correctness or modern liberation.
Mimi
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