I started to grow up senior year of college. A night of being a drunken mess, dancing topless on a bar, and throwing up in bed no longer added up to a fabulous evening. It was the last time I smoked pot, and it was with Ru Paul! I refuse to do another drug until I can take a harder one with a bigger celebrity!
That year I made the most difficult decision of my life. After my charming summer in Maine, Michael and I came back to college, but we were not alone. I was pregnant.
Ultimately, I decided to have an abortion. I was the only woman with both my mother and my boyfriend at the clinic. There was a huge TV screen in the waiting room and they were showing talk shows. I wasn't paying much attention, until I heard the words "This show is about GUILT."
The room was silent and suddenly everyone's eyes were glued to that TV screen. There was a tight shot on Sally Jesse Rafael, which is frightening enough, while she continued: "This show is about mothers who killed their children."
At this point I figured a nurse would come bounding out from behind the desk, change the channel, apologize and offer us all free abortions, but oh NO!
In the end, the show turned out to be about a mother who accidentally ran over her three year old with a lawn mower! That story alleviated any of the guilt about what I was doing that day.
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