For me, the only thing I can do is talk about it. Unfortunatly, due to the lack of maturity and decency among her classmates, I was running out of people to talk to. I was called everything under the sun you could imagine, and though I tried to not let it bother me after so long it wears you down.
My girlfrind and I were planning on getting married. We were ready for it, too. I had everything worked out and set up. I was prepared, and so was she. We decided that was what we wanted. It was not an accidental pregnancy, and we made a mutual decision about it. But after about two and a half months, she wasn't feeling too well, worse off than the normal symptoms. Doctors told her that due to the speed of development and her size (she's not a large woman), there was a good cahnce that she or they both could die before delivery.
It's a hard choice. I left it up to her and supported her all the way through. But everyone had to critisize...they wanted me dead. I recieved death threats...had my car pelted with footballs or rocks...had my house TPs and garage door spraypainted. I was Public Enemy No. 1 in my home town. It's things like that that make me wonder about it still.
I know that this isn't the best place to post something like this, especially on a personal level like this. But I had to take it somewhere, and I thought it best to talk to my friends I've made online about it. At least here, I know I can talk to at least somebody if I need to.
I don't want a pity party, if anyone here is thinking that. For one, I wanted to explain my recent funk, and two as I said, to talk to someone. I'm sorry if some of you don't like it...and if I'm asked I'll ask Skuzzy to remove the thread.
