This document summarizes the relationship between a couple from their first date in 1977 through their marriage and struggles with an abortion, miscarriage, and lack of communication about difficult topics like faith and the abortion. It describes how the abortion negatively impacted their relationship, trust, and ability to discuss painful issues. Though they loved each other, got married, and had children, the elephant in the room of the abortion prevented full healing or intimacy for many years.
This document summarizes the relationship between a couple from their first date in 1977 through their marriage and struggles with an abortion, miscarriage, and lack of communication about difficult topics like faith and the abortion. It describes how the abortion negatively impacted their relationship, trust, and ability to discuss painful issues. Though they loved each other, got married, and had children, the elephant in the room of the abortion prevented full healing or intimacy for many years.
This document summarizes the relationship between a couple from their first date in 1977 through their marriage and struggles with an abortion, miscarriage, and lack of communication about difficult topics like faith and the abortion. It describes how the abortion negatively impacted their relationship, trust, and ability to discuss painful issues. Though they loved each other, got married, and had children, the elephant in the room of the abortion prevented full healing or intimacy for many years.
angered me that she could be “over it” with baby…a Memorial Mass.
An opportunity for Abortion Monologue
such little pain. I hurt! She should hurt, too! us to finally lay him to rest. Without any Meds and massive amounts of therapy hesitation, but with no small amount of helped. But not completely. Something was trepidation, we accepted the offer. December 10, 1977. still missing. On Saturday, June 23, 2007, we were In 2005, through an amazing twist of finally able to lay Jason to rest. We had our first date. Christmas party. fate, we were put in a position where we had For the first time – since the spring of Exams were over. Tomorrow: home for the to deal with the abortion. 1978 – we both felt “free.” “Light.” holidays, awaiting grades. First date jitters. It’s taken three years, but we’re on our “Healed.” For the first time in our post- I’d never wanted a date so badly, before. way. abortion couplehood, were no longer bound She was a sophomore; I, a freshman. Fast-Forward: We can actually talk – chained – by the abortion. Rather, we were Getting used to college was both easier – about it, now. It still isn’t easy, but it is bound by our vows, with no chains attached. and harder – than I’d expected. Classes, possible. The way it was supposed to be. The way we parties, and the fraternity scene were hard to In the spring of 2007, I became aware of promised on our wedding day. Thank God balance. Meanwhile, she was confused and a new healing ministry called Sons of from whom all blessings flow. alone. She’d had a boyfriend her freshman Adam.* I waded in. I wanted to help other year. They came back to school after a men heal. But before “helping,” I had to “be * Sons of Adam is a ministry of Rev. Steve summer apart, and he more-or-less dumped helped.” Wolf, Pastor her. Jerk. I never properly thanked him for One of the most important things that I St. Stephen Catholic Community that. realized during the process was that while I 14544 Lebanon Road I first saw her, about a week into school. could forgive her for the abortion, forgiving Old Hickory, TN 37138 I was a very drunk (fraternity) rushee. She myself was another matter, entirely. THAT 615-758-2424, ext. 12 was a cute girl playing pool. I liked the look took some serious work. Fax 754-0043 of things. The key issue, for me, was under- sonsofadam@idjc.info We go to know each other, and quickly standing why, if she knew how much I loved became friends. Then close friends. Then her and wanted to spend the rest of my life Elliot Institute, PO Box 7348, Springfield, very close friends and confidants. She had with her, did she want to abort our baby. IL 62791-7348. Additional material is another boyfriend, at least nominally. I She said she couldn’t be sure I wouldn’t posted at www.afterabortion.org" Used with wasn’t dating anyone. I would listen to leave her. That hurt more than anything. Our permission. everything she had to say about the other lives were bound together, and she didn’t guy…all the while wondering why she trust me. I admit it: that still hurts. The Evangelization Station didn’t notice me. Close friends. Holding But, for the first time in memory, I felt Hudson, Florida, USA hands, but not so much as a first kiss. healing taking place. I forgave myself, and E-mail: evangelization@earthlink.net Then, she agreed to go to the Christmas we asked our baby to forgive us. Somehow, www.evangelizationstation.com party with me. Things were looking up. we knew it was a boy, and we named him The morning after our first date, we went Jason. Pamphlet 631 our separate ways for Christmas break. After finishing the program, the priest When I got home, I told my best friend I who was guiding my recovery, asked if we was going to marry her. What he said was would like him to offer a Mass for our unprintable…but understandable. After Christmas break, we picked up our Seven years later, my Mom would We were as close as ever. Things were friendship where we had left it. One date, die…on June 23rd. Not that I remember. fine. We could talk about anything. Except and friends. We spent much of our free time We saw each other for brief periods for “me,” faith, and the abortion. together, and quickly became much more during the summer; she was only a couple of I understand the notion that “once a than friends. hours away, and could come to town fairly Catholic, always a Catholic.” She couldn’t. Shortly after Valentine’s day we became easily. One Friday night, I just fell apart. I But two kids into our marriage – with no sexually active. Or rather, fully sexually told her I had to go see a priest. She went active practice of any faith in sight – she active. It was the ‘70’s. We had a “near with me, but as a born-and-raised-protestant, declared that we were going to go to the miss,” and learned nothing from it. didn’t have a clue why it was so important Catholic Church. We had to go as a family, At the end of the semester, we spent the to me. We went to see the priest who had and since I was too stubborn to sensibly night together (nothing unusual, it was the been the associate pastor in the parish in compromise, “Catholic,” it was. ‘70’s), and went home for the summer. She which I grew up. He was the same priest One down. Two to go. came back to summer school. I was thrilled who had nurtured my vocation to the Some years before, I had virtually fallen to see her (it was only a couple of hours priesthood. I can only imagine what he apart. Memories of sexual abuse came from my house to school). She came down thought. flooding back, and I fell into the third to my house for the weekend, and we went Father gave me absolution, and we left. I depression I could identify. Much to my out for the evening. felt so much better. And worse. We didn’t surprise, she didn’t divorce me when I told She told me she was pregnant. Actually, really talk about the abortion after that. her about it. More depression when my she started to tell me…I knew the rest of the The following summer, we got married. Mom died. And the “big one,” when my story without her saying a word. I asked her I guess I was right after all. Dad died. I’ve never really been the same what she was going to do, and she told me And we never really talked about the since the “big one.” And I thank God for she was going to have an abortion. I knew abortion. that! that was her right. And I hid behind it. Years went by, and there were two Sidebar: Not until November, 2007, did On June 23, 1978 (not that I remember) topics of conversation that were strictly I ever begin to understand the full impact we went to the abortion clinic. I was scared, verboden: religion and the abortion. They that my sexual abuse had on my life and life but tried to be “strong.” What a perfectly became twin elephants hiding behind the choices (including my sexual life and the stupid thing to do. It was done, and we went piano. We knew they were hiding in plain abortion. Without the sexual abuse, I back to my parents’ house, pretending sight, but couldn’t bring ourselves to address wonder, would the abortion have ever nothing had happened. Later, we went to our either. Yet we knew they were intimately occurred?) favorite restaurant for one of the worst entwined. Meanwhile, I could not make her dinners of our lives. A few years later, we had a miscarriage. understand how painful the sexual abuse had The abortion changed our relationship. I You don’t suppose the abortion “did been. Or how hard it was to talk about. And still loved her, and felt bound to her. I something,” do you ? We wondered. Years I couldn’t even mention the abortion. wanted to be with her, and she with me. Our later, we named him Gregory. No discussion, no help. No help, no love for each other was intact, but we were But she became pregnant, immediately, healing. no longer young and in love. We were still and we were on our way. Three daughters She said she didn’t need to talk about it. in love, but no longer young. We aged. A later, our family was complete. Three She was over it. Why, she wondered, did I lot. We were “old” for our ages. I was 18; daughters. God is merciful, but just. have to live in the past all the time? And it she was 19.