The first one.
Right out of graduate school, no job, not sure where I was going to live. I told him I was expecting. He said “we can’t have kids, both our parents have gout.” That was not true. My sister went with me to the clinic for an abortion. Years later, in a group setting, he accused me of murdering his child. His guilt not mine.
Living in a small mountain village. After a routine OBGYN check up I learned I was expecting . When I shared this his reply was “well you can’t keep living in this town and I want nothing to do with any baby.” Back in my home town my sister’s boyfriend took me to the clinic for an abortion. Years later, he told others he should have married me when he had the chance. His regret, not mine.
The clinic where I received safe medical services with respect and compassion no longer exists due to the work of a group of small minded individuals that care more for the rhetoric of the unborn than the welfare of the living.