I didn't blame her because she'd never done such things during these decades.
Enough was enough. I used the excuse of needing her to back me up at my in-laws' to send her away and hired a professional caregiver.
With Mom's brand of caregiving, I was risking an upgrade on my medical report.
Getting her out of the way was also part of a plan she'd never agree to.
No sooner had Mom left than I asked the doctor about terminating the pregnancy.
It wasn't easy conceiving this baby, but I knew I couldn't keep it.
A child should be a bond between loving parents, not just a tether to a troubled marriage.
Steve clearly isn't husband material, and I've lost all desire to continue this facade with him.
It's better to end things now, before any deeper attachments form, than to regret bringing a child into this mess.
Moreover, I can't guarantee I won't resent the child after it's born. If I'm not ready to love unconditionally from the start, it's better not to bring a child into the world.
That's fairer to both of us.
"Mrs. Dickens, are you sure about the abortion? Given you and your husband's fertility issues, this might be your only chance at a child."