Pregnant friend is getting an abortion soon.
It's happening so fast. There's worrying, there's stress. I haven't been involved in any of the discussions but I can imagine them. Isn't she supposed to cry for weeks, balancing her life against another? I don't think it's quite that romantic.
I guess this is just one of those things no amount of warning can convey. Yeah, everyone knows about the protesters harassing women outside the clinic. Everyone knows about the shame. They know about women who hide it from their friends and family that would hate them if they knew.
But it's surreal having it happen to one of your closest friends. All your rationalizations go away. There's no "Oh, it can't be that bad." It is that bad. The doctors warned her about the people that are going to be outside that morning. I can't talk about this in real life because I know that if I say one word wrong, some of my friends would hate her.
The person who can't know the most is one of her friends she goes out drinking with. She probably forgot the condom after one of those nights. Do I really want to be friends with someone I have to keep a secret like this from?
Then again, I'm going to be keeping this secret from most of my friends. Even the ones who won't hate her will think other things. She's pathetic, she's a whore, she's an idiot for forgetting the condom, she's just one of those girls who uses abortion as a second method of birth control.
This is all too heavy.