Aftermath

In the days and weeks to follow, Michael and I did see each other.  It didn't take long for me to realize I might be pregnant.  I immediately told Michael.  He, like most teenagers, went in to a slight tail spin.  He wanted to know how I knew. I told him.  We didn't discuss about what to do.  But the notion of marriage was discussed and I thought it might be OK but really neither one of us were ready for that.  Besides, we weren't a very good match. One thing that was never discussed was abortion.  It was not part of our vocabulary and not something either of us entertained.

Michael and I still saw each other on and off.  A couple of months went by and I hadn't told anyone but Michael.  I knew I couldn't tell my parents. Why?  I was a product of my own Mother's New Year's indiscretion and if she could have aborted me she would have.  She married my father but they divorced and she blames everything on him.  Of course, I grew up to look like him.  Needless to say I was just the bad seed that she was stuck with.  So, I kept quiet.

I had to keep quiet until I turned 18.  Once 18 I could leave and there would be nothing she could do.  But, that didn't happen.  I was so close.  I was within a couple months of my 18th birthday.

One day, mother was making dinner and I came in the kitchen.  I asked her if there was anything I could eat.  She said no because dinner was almost ready.  But, I HAD to eat something.  It didn't matter what.  So, I opened a can of peas and ate it.  It was delicious.  However, I, almost immediately, threw it up.  Yeah, that's what gave me away.

Right then, mother asked if I was pregnant.  I still did not want her to know so I just told her 'I don't know.'  Well that sent her in to a major melt down.

The cat was out of the bag and mother has now taken over and put the ball of destruction in motion.