When I was 18 my girlfriend became pregnant. I wanted her to abort – I wasn’t overly insistent, but she knew I didn’t want to spontaneously begin a family. She reluctantly agreed.
They damaged her cervix during the abortion and she can’t have children. She found out some years later – we didn’t know right away. She wanted kids… we actually wanted kids back then… we even had names picked out.
We broke up a year or two later. I married and had two kids – most spectacular thing to ever happen to me. She’ll never have that which still bugs me when it occurs to me.
Every once in a while I have a bad dream about visiting the child’s grave… a girl named Mary. I don’t think I’ve shared that with anyone before