This is the purely descriptive, short version of the facts.
My girlfriend decides to spend a couple nights with me. Returning to her own house is delayed - her junkie, controlling and abusive ex-con stepfather is the reason for this. I offer her shelter, she’s advised by her mother to not come home as he’s in aggressive mood.
1 month goes by. Things calm down. She can return, but she continues to stay with me since we’re in love.
We learn she’s pregnant. Ah, damn that 1 time… maybe 2… without birth control… She tells her folks and sisters. They’re all smiles, I’m a member of the family. I tell mine. My parents are concerned, will back us up in whatever we chose, mention abortion.
We decide to have an abortion - we’re too imature, we don’t have financial stability, we don’t know if we’re right for each other. I’m 28 and she’s 19, BTW.
She has the abortion without telling her parents, for fear of their reaction. Which happened yesterday.
Her mother’s reaction was to explode and call her a mega daughter of a whore (…) and that she no longer is her child. Her stepfather threatenned to kill us, as we had killed the future baby. And to expose my family for the horrors that they are (they’re convinced they forced this), and to go to my job, and to go to our house, and to release some videotape of some supposedly innapropriate behaviour of my girlfriend when she was 13.
I guess that about covers it. Today I’m being accompannied by a body guard to and from work (it’s a 50 km drive… we can’t keep it up forever). Oh, and he’s guarding me during lunch time also.
My GF’s staying with my parents for the time being. God damn it I want my life back.