The situation was simple. I wanted the baby. Scott didn"t. He insisted he had radiation poisoning and any child of his would be born with radioactive poisoning. God, I wish I was making this s**t up! Within a week after graduation, he had me at an abortion clinic.
I begged him. I pleaded with him to let me keep it. He was adamant that it would be born deformed.
He drove me to New Jersey where anti-abortionists shoved papers in my face about preserving life. I wanted to scream, “I agree with you! He"s making me do it!”
I went inside.
I was barely eighteen, gorgeous, and f*****g smart. Every nurse that greeted me let me know that. I"m not sure why they all insisted on reminding me. I viewed my looks as a curse and the root cause to my problems with males. I hated my looks. In the end, it
