I was living with a drug dealer who didn’t like me using my diaphragm because it “broke the mood”; he didn’t like waiting for me to put it in.
(I wish I had thought to get him to play doctor and put it in for me as part of the fun.) One time we had sex when I was at my most fertile and I didn’t get pregnant. Then I thought, “he probably smokes so much dope that he is infertile.” So I stopped using any birth control. Things were okay. . . for 3 months, when I learned that he was fertile. I chose abortion at 6 weeks, as soon as I possibly could.
I so wish I could give my name. But the lunatics out there make it just too risky, for now. And, I want to protect that man’s name because people could figure out who he is by knowing me and my story.