Decisions

I was 22. He wasn’t ready, and I wasn’t sure if he was the one. At the time, it seemed like an easy decision. We weren’t married, and I had just started a new job. I was young. I could get pregnant again. Right! Besides, I wanted to be married first, then after a few years have a baby or two. That made more sense. Children should have a stable home. Right? I’m an attractive, intelligent woman, I’ll meet someone who wants a family. But leaving the clinic that day, it never became apparent, that I would never conceive again.

From Guest Contributor Dana Sterner

Dana is a Registered Nurse and Professional Writer. She has written for regional and national magazines, and continues to write in many different genres.

The Perfect Gentleman

His ties always match his shirt and jacket.

When picking up a date, he knocks on the door. He never honks his horn or yells at her balcony.

When ordering at the restaurant, he allows her to chose her own dish.

You would never know how considerably rich he is.

The only time he curses is in the telling of a story. And even then, not if any minors are present.

When you make a mistake in his presence, he tolerates it graciously.

When he gets a woman pregnant he always pays for the abortion.

He is the perfect gentleman.