Apr 21, 2008


Even though it was a brilliant July morning with birds singing their melodies, the sweet smell of honeysuckle drawing bees to their nectar, Summer’s eyes stung from the tears threatening to escape as she peered out of her bathroom window.

“Oh, no, this can’t be true. It’s not true.” Summer whispered to herself as her hand shook uncontrollably. Trying to convince herself she was hallucinating, Summer closed her eyes tight then reopened them again focusing on the bathroom vanity. There was no mistaking, the home pregnancy test strip screamed in her face a big, fat, pink, positive sign. It was confirmed. Summer Jackson was pregnant. A baby. What am I going to do?

A wave of nausea swept through her so fast she barely had time to jump up off the toilet to lift the lid to empty the contents of her stomach, which she had just consumed twenty minutes earlier. Summer flushed the toilet then staggered to the sink, rinsed her mouth, splashed cool water on her face and patted it dry with a hand towel. Slowly she sat on the floor, pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Rocking back and forth, she stared at the ceiling as tears spilled down her face. Her right temple pounded as she remembered the last time she’d been with Nicholas ‘Nick’ Stiles.

Summer believed the evening would end as usual; they would go back to his place for some serious loving. Over the past few months of their relationship, she found herself helplessly falling in love with him. Tonight was the night she would confess her love to him. Nick was her everything, all she wanted in a man. He had been the one she had given her virginity to without hesitation.

Instead of confessing her love, Summer sat stunned in a dark car in front of her townhouse as Nick told her he was leaving in two weeks for several months to set up a new division of a trucking company, one of many business enterprises. “Summer, it’s best if we don’t see each other after tonight.” Nick’s tone had been cold and distant.

Summer sensed that Nick had been distant all evening, but she never expected him to drop a bomb such as ending their relationship. From where she stood, everything was fine. Struggling to control her voice, Summer wanted to know, “Best for who Nick?”
Becoming irritated, Nick responded harshly. “Look, Summer, I told you from the door that my work comes first. That I’m not into long-term relationships, let alone long distance ones. I thought you understood, when it’s over, it’s over.”

Nick’s words had been so cold, so blunt, Summer winced with every syllable. She had understood what he’d said, however, his actions told her something different. They told her that he’d changed his mind about having a long-term relationship especially since they had exclusively been seeing each other for nearly a year.

Without saying another word, Summer grabbed her purse that had fallen to the floor and exited his vehicle. Once inside her townhouse she leaned against the door and slid to the floor before bursting into tears. One month later, here she was again, on the floor crying. This time because she was carrying a baby belonging to a man that no longer had any use for her, let alone a baby.
Summer knew what she had to do. First thing Monday morning she was calling her gynecologist’s office to schedule an abortion.

Have you ever been in Summer's situation?

What would you do in Summer's situation?


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