Termination Story

Not sure what my motivation is for sharing but here goes: 

I started dating a guy I'd met in 9th grade and had known almost ten years last Halloween. We'd spent the holidays together, had heart to hearts, and talked all of the time. We were really enjoying each other. On January 26th my car was broken into while I was home on a night when I'd absentmindedly left EVERYTHING inside. So I went to stay with him a few days later to take my mind off of things, and bought my own condoms for the first time. We watched movies and one thing led to another.. Everything was fine until I rolled over after and found the UNOPENED condom under the pillow behind my head. I confronted him, but was in such disbelief and shock that I didn't know what else to do. So I went to sleep. I woke up the next morning kind of rattled but headed to work. Valentine's Day came around and I couldn't stand the sight of him, picked an argument and ended the night. February 23rd I found out I was pregnant for the first time, ever. By this time I knew I couldn't trust him, hadn't spoken to him since, and had begun to talk to my first love again. My resolve was that the sort of relationship I had with the jerkoff was neither good nor strong enough a foundation to trust with a child, my child. I began to feel symptoms and took ill. But I did my research and decided I'd rather not experience anything similar to labor in this process, that I wanted to remember as little as possible. So I made the necessary arrangements and went in for the procedure March 5th. I spent a long time in post-op, they couldn't get my vitals under control so I eventually just refused to stay any longer and left. Two days after the procedure I lost my new job due to a conflict the client had with my agency. 3 weeks later I was still bleeding and the doctors at the facility told me that I shouldn't worry unless I bled longer than 8 weeks. (Wtf) unsettled, I called my OB and went in to discuss birth control and the bleeding. During my appointment I found out that they hadn't completed the procedure and the placenta was still attached to my uterus. So the Dr gave me a prescription to cause my uterus to contract and told me that I would have to pass the remaining cells anyways. Two weeks later I was hormonal, lethargic, depressed, 10lbs heavier than before I'd become pregnant and the cells still weren't gone. Through this entire ordeal I'd remained fairly strong. I shared only with who I had to, maintained a good face for interviews, both my mom and baby sisters birthdays and had even landed a new job. April 18th - I found out that I'd have to do another round of the contraction pills.  The devastation was already magnified beyond anything I thought I could bear. 

The pills were finally successful and by the last week of April my doctor had agreed things were looking better. The bleeding had slowed down to spotting but, to be honest, the emotions were still running high, and faking at work was getting harder. On Cinco de Mayo I was relieved to be able to have a drink with my first love's family and be in good company. But I still hadn't shared with him ANY details of the ordeal. To add insult to injury, we had an argument just as I was leaving to join them so I was in worse spirits. When I arrived everyone had drinks but could tell I was upset and blamed him. I became really defensive and couldn't bear their assuming commentary anymore. So in a very emotional (and drunken) state, I spilled my guts to him. And he responded with only support. But no one else in the house knew what was going on and we returned from our talk to his God-sister's girl friend dragging us through the mud. This resulted in me provoking (and finishing) my first fight ever. A week later I'd moved on and started my first period since January with hopes that it was all behind me. I began making emotional progress and even contacted the jerk who'd tricked and impregnated me to catch him up on everything. Once my period was over I called the OB and scheduled an appointment to get an IUD. The day before my birthday I bounced into the doctors office, excited to close the door on this entire ordeal. I had the IUD inserted and went on celebrating my birthday and living life. But by Memorial Day I was still cramping from the insertion and the pain began to get worse. Soon, the pain was coming every few minutes and the On Call Nurse had advised me to go to the ER. I ended up seeing an OB in the ER and he discovered, upon removing the IUD, that my body had gone into labor and dislodged the IUD in rejection of it being there. I was sent home with pain medicine and an again heavy heart.  That was the end of it. I haven't seen any posts like this anywhere. So I thought I'd share. I'm still healing emotionally but looking forward to the rest of my year.