So where’s the boyfriend in all this.
Still breathing a sigh of relief over being glad this woman was NOT going to mother his progeny.
When I discovered I was pregnant, he played the romantic Good Guy™, insisting we could make it work, while I served up pragmatic realism. For me, the “choice” was clear. I did not want to be a parent, at least not any time soon and maybe not ever. Four years into a Ph.D program, I had more than enough on my plate. My boyfriend breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
I seriously doubt that this vile wretched female has any authority to speak for him or ability to do so accurately. She murdered his child, and seeks only to rationalize her crime in her own mind.