I just can’t get pregnant again. Although I struggle to raise my daughter alone, another child would be fatal to our existence. I can’t afford to provide for anyone else, and I refuse to be on government assistance again. I’ve worked my ass off to be independent. Besides, when I’m 40, I want to travel, walk naked through the house, drink whiskey for breakfast, and start an all-girl Black Sabbath tribute band.
If I got pregnant now, I would have an abortion faster than you can say coat hanger. But I don’t want to be in that position again — what if I couldn’t go through with it? I just want reliable birth control that doesn’t damage me physically or emotionally. I’ve said it over and over, but my doctor continues to prescribe another birth control pill with just a little less estrogen or a little more progestin to find the perfect match for me. I suppose I’ll be sitting in this waiting room twice a year until I reach menopause.
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