My mother was right-it wouldn’t have mattered if she had rescheduled it because I didn’t want to do it and she knew it. The only way to get it done was to knock me out with anesthesia.
I remember very little about the whole thing. We we got there we had to go through all these forms with them. My mother, as my guardian, had to sign a bunch of papers everywhere. I basically had no say. I had no opinion and it felt very unfair. There was nothing I could do to stop it.
I can’t say that I was shocked by the news that she wanted me to have an abortion.I knew from the beginning that she didn’t want me to have it. I think that was the reason we went to my grandparents. She knew how he would react. (I later found out that she went through the same thing with him when she found out she was pregnant with me, except that she was 19 at the time. He also made her marry my father. But that is a whole nother story.) Then she could use his reaction to push me into doing it her way.
My father, like always, had very little to say about it. I don’t remember him actually talking about the fact that I was pregnant at all. He left the raising of the children up to my mother. My mother was the disciplinarian, my father was the jokster.
My conservative grandparents were a while nother story. I came home from school one day, maybe a week or two after she found out, and she said that we were going to my grandparents house. To tell them.
