This is how the conversation with my 32 year old boyfriend went:

Him: “You want a cantaloupe or something?”

Me: “Okay.”

Him: “Nah I don’t know how to cut it and you’re just going to throw it up. How about some cucumbers, pickles, or something.”

Me: “Okay I’ll take a cucumber with lemon.”

Him: “You gotta start getting up and doing things for yourself. Why did you skip work again on Friday?”

Me: “Because I didn’t feel good and idk how the fuck I’m going to do this. I’m probably going to get fired if I miss another day but I still don’t feel good.”

Him: “Ahh I thought you were going to New Mexico or some shit fuck stop beating around the bush.”

By him mentioning New Mexico he’s referring to me going to get an abortion. I’ve been talking about it because I physically feel horrible and every second hurts. I can’t find relief and don’t know how I’m going to do deal with another 6 months and one week of this. He’s been against me getting one but I think he’s just sick of me asking him for things. Usually I can do things on my own but right now I can’t. My stomach is churning because I’m hungry and I’m tired of eating out. He says he won’t do anything like cut things up because I freak out over him not washing the dishes but he’ll leave them there for 3 weeks at a time gathering flies making my nausea worse.