My husband, best friend and I went to the beach one weekend, but along the way during the 3 hour trip, we pulled into the parking lot of a nondescript brick building. Curious, I asked, “What’s going on? Something wrong with the car?” I was told we had to stop to get an abortion for my best friend, and it was my husband’s kid. The parking lot was for the clinic.

— *sigh*

Aftermath: We signed divorce papers a month later. They are now engaged and living together, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life.

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