How cool things seemed in 1970! As a rebellious teenager who had trouble complying with her strict parents, curfews were frequently broken. There was a new boyfriend who entered the picture my senior year who introduced me to alcohol. It escalated my rebellion, as my “little white lies” and “fibs” seemed to become more frequent to avoid my parents’ detection of my drinking and dating this forbidden older guy. But, they were just a “little lies”. I thought they wouldn’t hurt anyone.
I continued to believe things like, “He loves me, and he wants to marry me.” Within months, I went off to college, but soon realized that I was pregnant. No more fun and games. Panic and crisis immediately hit, and I couldn’t tell anyone. All the little white lies that seemed so trivial became much bigger and major lies. My boyfriend’s mother suggested abortion. I stood in a hot shower at the end of the dorm hall with even hotter tears pouring down my cheeks. I couldn’t bear the thought of this child inside me losing his life. It couldn’t happen. But, what will I do? Continue reading