Article: Wife who’s aborted two babies – because she’s too selfish to share her husband
Evangelical and conservative Christian propaganda: motherhood instantly transforms women into self-less, giving, loving, godly SAINTS who can do not wrong. Another example of how this is not so (below).
There are photos of them (the married couple discussed in the article) both on the page. They are both very physically unattractive people. I sometimes wonder how people who resemble trolls manage to get partners – in this case, they’re both about equal on the unattractive scale, so I guess that might explain things.
As for myself: I was open to the idea of having kids, had I married by the time I was 35, but I do find other people’s kids annoying.
I don’t think women who knew from a young age that they never wanted to have children are selfish or horrible.
However, in regards to this particular story – and as I am pro-life – this woman in some aspects does sound very selfish to me. It’s all about her and her husband.
Apparently being a biological mother (she was pregnant twice) and being married did not, contrary to common evangelical, Baptist, Reformed, and fundamentalist clap trap, did not make her more giving, loving, or godly.
- The wife who’s aborted two babies – because she’s too selfish to share her husband: It’s a shocking confession. But Rowena is utterly unrepentant – and even insists more women should follow her example
By ROWENA SHRIMPTON
PUBLISHED: 16:48 EST, 23 July 2014 | UPDATED: 01:50 EST, 24 July 2014
-Rowena met Roger when she was a teen and knew he was the man for her
-They married when they were 21
-Both agreed they never wanted to have children
-So when she fell pregnant on two occasions, she had abortions
-She says she would hate to share her husband’s affection
-She also believes remaining childless is why their marriage has lasted
-Believes mothers often have failed marriages as they put children first
…For the second time in my life I was faced with the question of what I wanted more: a baby or my husband’s undivided love. And again, the decision was simple. Ever since I met Roger, I’d known I didn’t want to share him with anyone else, not even our child.
That’s why both times I have become pregnant during the three decades of our marriage, without hesitation I have had an abortion: once at 21 and then again nine years later. Do I feel guilty? Not at all.
While others might accuse me of callousness and of being selfish and cold-hearted, I have no regrets because I believe the result of those two terminations has been an incredibly happy marriage.
…However, a few months after our wedding, I discovered I was pregnant. I was horrified: I’d been careful about taking the Pill, but it must have failed. I felt cheated and furious.
That feeling of protective, maternal love people talk about didn’t happen. I saw the pregnancy as a mistake, something neither of us wanted. An abortion felt like our only option.
…Of course, there were other reasons for my aversion to having a family: I worried that a baby would ruin my figure and I’d lose the interest of my handsome husband, someone I felt was in another league to me when it came to looks.
Roger didn’t need any convincing, so a week later we went together to a private abortion clinic. There were no tears or nerves as we strode in. He stayed by my side the whole time. Yes, it was a horrible thing to go through, but neither of us wavered from our resolve. Afterwards, we felt nothing but a shared sense of relief that we could go back to our blissful life as a couple.
My boss mentioned that ‘We could work something out for you to have a baby’, but I was adamant: Roger and I were enjoying our child-free life too much.
I wasn’t prepared to compromise his attention. We enjoyed a fulfilling sex life and both of us were bringing in regular money, enough to buy our own flat. Why would we want to spoil everything by having a baby?
My desire not to have children was only strengthened watching our friends start their families. I saw how it changed the dynamic of their relationship: the gentle shared looks, the hand-holding, the desire. All seemed to evaporate the minute the woman had a baby.
…Too many times I watched friends turn into tired, irritable lumps, with only half an ear tuned to their husbands, their attention fully taken up with their babies. Not me, I swore. I would never do that to Roger.
Once, when a friend was ill, we looked after her baby and watching Roger play with the infant, tickling her to make her laugh, I could see he would make a lovely father, but I still didn’t like the idea of sharing him with anyone else, even our own baby.
And I was lucky that he didn’t feel any inclination to have children either. He’s never once said that he’s had second thoughts.
…Then, at 30, I was dumbfounded to discover I’d fallen pregnant again. I couldn’t believe the Pill had failed for a second time.
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