Man, sometimes sh*t happens. I know that better than most.
I don't tell the story often, because I am in no way proud of it, but I've mentioned how I was screwing my neighbor back when I was 14 until I graduated, and she was in her late-30s. She was in the medical industry and really meticulous about things - she even made it a point to show me her most recent blood tests shortly before the first time we had sex, just to prove she was clean
- but a few times Sh*t Happened. Like one time she wasn't on the pill since she wasn't seeing anybody at the time, so I had a condom on (which we didn't normally bother with) and it f*cking broke, and in moments like that Rational Thought doesn't always hit. I was like "What do we do?" and she was like "F*ck it, don't stop," so we didn't.
We got lucky THAT time, but oddly enough there was a time not long after that where we DIDN'T get "lucky", and disturbingly enough it happened at a time when she WAS on birth control (She'd gone back on the pill when she got a new boyfriend, but she cheated on him with me all the time). Then when they broke up, she kept taking it since we were having sex so often anyways and it was just easier than messing with condoms. BUT, one day a few months later she came over all distressed and was like "I have to tell you something..." and she had a printout from her doctor's visit saying she was pregnant. She hadn't been with the other guy for a few months so there was no way it could've been anyone else but me. Again, I would've been like 15 at this point.
I knew for a fact that she'd been on the pill, so I was like "What the f*ck?!" and as the story goes she asked her doctor the same thing, and apparently one of her other medications most likely screwed up her birth control and made it not work. Add to the fact that at that point, we were doing it pretty much every single day, and yeah. It was pretty much inevitable that it was gonna happen, but we both just figured "She's on the pill, she's 'safe'."
It's easy to say, "Should've just worn a condom," but she didn't like them. And it's easy to say, "Should've just NOT had sex," but at that age when you're not having luck finding a real girlfriend but this dizzy broad right next door is aggressively trying to hook up with you on purpose and is offering you all the sex you can handle, no strings attached... once again, Common Sense and Rational Thought don't really hit you, in those moments.
SO, I gave her the money to "take care of it" and we almost never spoke of it again. She went to the doctor and had some of her meds switched around so the same thing supposedly wouldn't happen again, but we did try and be more careful after that. It never happened again, so I guess all of that worked, but... yeah. That was a f*cked up situation.
You gotta realize, too, there were reasons why it had to be handled that way. She was technically committing a felony, and if she ended up having a kid there was really nobody else she could "blame" it on. She was always worried someone might find out what we were doing; things were a bit more lax back then but she still might've gone to jail. So "have the kid, then give it up" wasn't gonna work because there was always the risk someone would find out I was the guy she'd been with. Also, she was not in a place physically or financially to raise any kids. And I was a f*cking teenager.
Now, it's easy for someone to look at the ENTIRE situation A to Z and be like, "You guys were both sh*tty and doing illegal/immoral things from the jump," and I can't entirely dispute that, other than to say "A teenage boy who isn't getting laid otherwise isn't going to turn down a pent-up older chick who wants to get down." And I'm not gonna judge her for her part in it, either, regardless of legality. Sure, "She was the adult, she should've known better," whatever... when it happens to you, by all means, come back to me and tell me exactly how much better you handled it.
But yeah. After that whole "situation" my attitude towards certain things shifted a bit. I never had a huge problem with abortion to start with, but going through that whole ordeal just put it in bold that sometimes, "Sh*t Happens". Her having that kid would've been the worst-case scenario for
everyone involved for many, many reasons.
Again, to reiterate, I'm not proud that this sh*t happened. It's just an example of, until it happens to YOU, you don't really know how you're gonna deal with it.