“Almost done,” The technician told me. I cried again. Exhausted, I reluctantly made my way to my bedroom to lie down for a few minutes and then to decide what to do. Finally, I managed to calm down enough to try and think about what I should do. I burst into tears, I really did not want to be pregnant. A bit happier that I had figured out what to do, I tried to keep calm over the weekend, but still had daily panic attacks. I felt his grip pull me over and I ended up on my back, with the guy sitting on top of me. After a couple of minutes, I began to tire, he was much stronger than me, then I slipped and we tumbled to the floor. Then she walked away, leaving me confused and somewhat upset. Members of the support group came and went cheering me up somewhat before I relapsed back into my morbid state.
