Self-Control

The love of my life came in to work today. She didn't know where I worked, so I wasn't surprised to witness her surprise when she saw me behind the counter. I was, however, surprised. We hadn't had sex. She must have, I guess.

"I'm sorry...I just need to get this procedure done...I'm sorry...We'll talk about it later."

I need to spell this dilemma out on the table:
If I abort the fetus, she'll be happy, and she can pretend this never happened. She'll go on to hope that I'll forget about any kind of affair she could have had, and chances are I won't forget, but I'll feign ignorance just to maintain the healthy relationship I thought I had. However, I'm preventing the son of the girl I love from being born. I'm not sure how I feel about that issue though considering, number one, I'm not the father, and number two, she still has the ability to produce more children when the time is right. I'll get paid.

If I refuse to abort the fetus, she'll be stuck with the baby as a punishment for whatever she's done to me. The father will have to pay sums of money for child support, their lives will be miserable, and I'll find someone else who won't try to cover up an extra relationship in the sketchiest way imaginable. Lives will be ruined, my life will go on.

The baby will live as a punishment. Its sole purpose is to punish its parents. That can't be right. Is it?

I'm an abortionist, not a lover, not a vengeful, soon-to-be ex-boyfriend, definitely not financially irresponsible.

I did it, and for the first time ever, I did not say one word to my patient, and my patient didn't say one word to me until it was over.

"I guess...call me tonight, and we'll talk about it...I'm really sorry."

I didn't call. I don't plan on calling. I did her a favor, and I don't expect anything else in return because, I guess I'm just a good person...ironically.