Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever been more upset after reading a story here on Medium. First, let me be clear. I am not against abortion. I am not a religious fanatic. I am not a Jesus freak. I am pro choice, like you, but not pro choice like you. I am nothing like you.
In fact, we couldn’t be any more different. Do you not have a conscience? Do you not feel any remorse? Sadness? Are you really this heartless and indifferent that you can find out you are pregnant and rid yourself of a baby like you’ve just taken a shit and now feel like you have room in your stomach to eat a happy meal of Thai?
Where is your sense of responsibility? Oh, I know you said you used a condom the three times you had random sex in the last fifty-one days, but do you not realize that a condom is the least effective birth control device of all available?
Are you aware that you have just pretty much used abortion as birth control? I just wanted you to know that’s how it looks to those of us who actually care about life. And again, I am pro choice. And I’ve had to make that terribly difficult choice more than once. You can read my story here. I can assure you, it was no Thai picnic.