As if it were a sporting event to which we’d both purchased tickets, and I’d denied him the chance to see the big game, D. remains upset that I “forbade” him from being present at the abortion:
On Tuesday, it was completely unfair of you to not let me in that office. I had every right to be there as you did, and because you didn’t get your way you forbade me from going. Do you honestly think I would have blown up at you right there?
What he can’t seem to grasp is that no one had a “right” to be there. By virtue of circumstance, my presence was demanded; clearly no abortion would be had in my absence. I gave him every warning, every smoke signal, every humanly possible indication that, should he continue to choose to be aloof and unsupportive, he would be unwelcome in that room. And it isn’t that I was even remotely fearful he’d blow up at me; rather, I was afraid he’d continue to do just what he’d been “doing” for the previous two weeks. That is: nothing. And whether it was an unrealistic expectation or not, what I needed on Tuesday was infinitely more than nothing.
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chaos // June 9, 2007 at 7:27 pm
Good for you, wish I’d had the strength to do the same. I had a version of a “D” there and actually was emotionally-verbally attacked on that fateful day.