When I was with my ex, I had a clear vision of what the children would have looked like, even though I aborted every single one. I’m pretty sure we hated each other for it. I definitely hate him. One time, when we were out at a bar and he told the bartender about one of my abortions, I realized how much it affected him – knowing full well that he didn’t have a right to be affected by it at all. It wasn’t his body that had to be scraped out, he basically just took it as an excuse to have anal sex for a few weeks while I healed.