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I am a man.
I can't believe I'm typing this. I actually feel guitly in seeing that my problems seem somewhat minimal compared to others but I still want to share my story.
Bare with me please.
In 1998-9 I was in love with a girl. She wasn't in love with me. I thought we were really happy. We weren't but I couldn't bring myself to put it together. I was younger, had a terrible self imagine and I clung to her a bit to hard (I realize now).
When our condom broke, I felt it. I FELT IT. It was as though I KNEW what was going to happen. We looked into every possible alternative until we had to get an A.
She asked me what I wanted. I said that I would support her in any decision; that I can understand andand, that I agree with her reasoning and her decision. She asked me many times what I felt. ONLY ONCE did I say, well if the choice were totally mine and you wanted to, I would want to keep it. I felt as though that was the turning point; as though now she was allowed to feel guilt. It made me sad.
It happenned.
It continued to make me sad; not "it" but her. She couldn't stand being touched. She seemed really distant. I wasn't nearly wise enough to realize that I should have given her the space she needed but I wanted to support her and I wanted her to feel cared ful immediately.
She had hid it from everyone for almost a year... everyone but her friend. She told her parents in my last semester. Needless to say, I don't feel like going anywhere NEAR her parent's town anymore.
She had a lot of problems the next year. We met by chance. She returned somethings. Explained that she was doing terribly; but she was getting the help she felt she needed. I felt terrible. I still cared about her a great deal.
I prayed to God a lot that summer. It was the first summer I spent time all by myself. A huge amount of time; by myself. I prayed for forgiveness what felt like, a 100 times. It took a long time before I felt God's grace and his peace. I feel he forgave me immediately but that it was my guilt that hovered around me.
I was really surprised in later months to talk to 3 other, very close friends (female) of mine and they all said that they had had it done.
I can't say I feel any guilt anymore. But everytime I think about that woman, and everytime I think about that time of my life, I get very, very sad.
I'm married now. Mentally figured out and mature. Me and my wife are very happy. She's wonder and she knows about it. We want to get pregs. If it happens soon, great. If later great.
I'm not sure why anyone would be reading still but in case, ...I had typed that I have advice to offer. But I don't. It was a very sad thing. For those women who are lucky enough to have someone who loves them while going through the traumatic experience, consider yourself "lucky". When I was in the clinic there were 3 other teens and 4 single women in their.
And lastly, don't think about the man, but remember that he will be sad. But, it is kind of a really beautiful sad: There is no selfishness in it.
I like to think of a very well timed quote I had found:
Shared sorrow is half sorrow; shared joy is double joy.
I can't believe I'm typing this. I actually feel guitly in seeing that my problems seem somewhat minimal compared to others but I still want to share my story.
Bare with me please.
In 1998-9 I was in love with a girl. She wasn't in love with me. I thought we were really happy. We weren't but I couldn't bring myself to put it together. I was younger, had a terrible self imagine and I clung to her a bit to hard (I realize now).
When our condom broke, I felt it. I FELT IT. It was as though I KNEW what was going to happen. We looked into every possible alternative until we had to get an A.
She asked me what I wanted. I said that I would support her in any decision; that I can understand andand, that I agree with her reasoning and her decision. She asked me many times what I felt. ONLY ONCE did I say, well if the choice were totally mine and you wanted to, I would want to keep it. I felt as though that was the turning point; as though now she was allowed to feel guilt. It made me sad.
It happenned.
It continued to make me sad; not "it" but her. She couldn't stand being touched. She seemed really distant. I wasn't nearly wise enough to realize that I should have given her the space she needed but I wanted to support her and I wanted her to feel cared ful immediately.
She had hid it from everyone for almost a year... everyone but her friend. She told her parents in my last semester. Needless to say, I don't feel like going anywhere NEAR her parent's town anymore.
She had a lot of problems the next year. We met by chance. She returned somethings. Explained that she was doing terribly; but she was getting the help she felt she needed. I felt terrible. I still cared about her a great deal.
I prayed to God a lot that summer. It was the first summer I spent time all by myself. A huge amount of time; by myself. I prayed for forgiveness what felt like, a 100 times. It took a long time before I felt God's grace and his peace. I feel he forgave me immediately but that it was my guilt that hovered around me.
I was really surprised in later months to talk to 3 other, very close friends (female) of mine and they all said that they had had it done.
I can't say I feel any guilt anymore. But everytime I think about that woman, and everytime I think about that time of my life, I get very, very sad.
I'm married now. Mentally figured out and mature. Me and my wife are very happy. She's wonder and she knows about it. We want to get pregs. If it happens soon, great. If later great.
I'm not sure why anyone would be reading still but in case, ...I had typed that I have advice to offer. But I don't. It was a very sad thing. For those women who are lucky enough to have someone who loves them while going through the traumatic experience, consider yourself "lucky". When I was in the clinic there were 3 other teens and 4 single women in their.
And lastly, don't think about the man, but remember that he will be sad. But, it is kind of a really beautiful sad: There is no selfishness in it.
I like to think of a very well timed quote I had found:
Shared sorrow is half sorrow; shared joy is double joy.