Now 49, Rowena said she never thinks of what like would have been like if she’d had children with her husband, Roger. ‘I never think about the two babies I aborted or what might have been. I certainly don’t ever think how old they’d be now or what they’d be doing,’ she writes after the break …
The symptoms were horribly familiar. My period – which normally arrived like clockwork – was very late. Waves of nausea had begun to wash over me. A test taken in the family bathroom confirmed what I’d guessed: I was pregnant. Yet rather than rejoicing in the news that as a happily married woman of 30 I was expecting a baby, I was devastated. For the second time in my life I was faced with the question of what I wanted more: a baby or my husband’s undivided love. And again, the decision was simple. Ever since I met Roger, I’d known I didn’t want to share him with anyone else, not even our child.
That’s why both times I have become pregnant during the three decades of our marriage, without hesitation I have had an abortion: once at 21 and then again nine years later. Do I feel guilty? Not at all. While others might accuse me of callousness and of being selfish and cold-hearted, I have no regrets because I believe the result of those two terminations has been an incredibly happy marriage. Quite simply, we have enjoyed the most wonderful, loving, adventurous life together, while I’ve watched friends with children struggle to maintain their marriages, not always successfully.
Their problems, in my opinion, have been caused by putting their children first and their husbands second. I can put my hand on my heart and say I have always put Roger first, as he has with me. I believe we owe our long, fulfilling and deeply affectionate marriage to the fact we chose to remain childless.
Very shocking story! Like they say, one man’s meat is another man’s poison. Some people would give all they have to have kids while other would do the same not to have them! Is this love or folly? Read the full story here