I fell madly in love with my boyfriend and broke up with him three years later.

I loved my boyfriend for three years. .

He never liked using protection.

Afterward, he’d always be shirtless, his back covered in my nail marks, smoking a cigarette, and he’d say to me, like he was doing me a favor:

“What are you scared of? If you get pregnant, we’ll get married.”

A month later, I saw two lines on the pregnancy test. I didn’t tell him. Instead, I broke up with him, a clean, sudden cut.

Later, he saw me at the abortion clinic.

I was holding my baby bump, chatting with another pregnant woman.