You don't know problems.
Not until you've had to wake up after two hours of stressful sleep to get up early enough to call in to work and tell them you're not going to be in. After that, go pick up the girl you had sex with last night, even though you've only known her for three weeks to take her to Planned Parenthood because the condom broke. You don't know problems until you've had to lie to her parents' faces that you are taking their little princess to breakfast and not to go get a perscription for Plan B. Now, picture if you can that you work with her brother who is two years older than you and hang with him all the time. He knows you, he trusts you and he sees you at his house at 8:30 am and then leaves for work, for the same shift you called in for. Now if thats not quite enough for you yet, those two little pills are very, very expensive. When you're budget is stretched between, Rent, Tuition, Gas, Food and Bills; there comes the expense that you cannot afford to forgo paying.
Now, there are side effects to this pill because it is a hormone overdose that forces a woman's reproductive system to malfunction in order to halt conception. She's got nausea that you blame on "food poisoning" to keep her parents from catching on to anything wrong. Shes moody and obviously not feeling good, shes running on less sleep than you got. Shes terrified of becomming pregnant and so are you but no one can find anything out. So you sit together, cuddled up on the couch in silence, staring vacantly at the entertainment center ignoring daytime TV and telling yourself that the money spent today and the money never made at work are well worth the expense of not having a child. You talk to yourself in your head because you can't talk to her about it right there, her parents are sitting by you, oblivious to everything but the re-runs of the Montel Jordan Show playing way too loud. Eventually you both pass out because of stress and exhaustion and when you wake up and get a moment to yourselves after leaving for dinner, you just sit in your car with her, crying in eachother's arms for the better part of an hour. Nervously watch her take the second and final pill, knowing that shes going to feel five times worse than she already is as soon as it kicks in. You're troubles aren't over until you got back to her place to watch a movie and curl up together to pass out once more. In the middle of the night, her brother, your friend, her protecter, stumbles through the back door in a drunken state and pauses for a moment to see you both holding one another outstretched on the living room couch. He shrugs it off because he trusts you and never gives it another thought as he heads in for the night to pass out. Uneasy rest and a pit in your stomach that adrenaline has been making since an hour before the condom broke drive you to peel your sticky skin off of hers and tell her you need to leave. Afraid to be alone but unwilling to have you miss another day at work, you remove her reluctantly wanting arms and head home, your head buzzing with emotion and stress you don't really need that much of right now either.
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This was my day. I needed to vent badly and I trust you guys not to tell anyone.
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Not until you've had to wake up after two hours of stressful sleep to get up early enough to call in to work and tell them you're not going to be in. After that, go pick up the girl you had sex with last night, even though you've only known her for three weeks to take her to Planned Parenthood because the condom broke. You don't know problems until you've had to lie to her parents' faces that you are taking their little princess to breakfast and not to go get a perscription for Plan B. Now, picture if you can that you work with her brother who is two years older than you and hang with him all the time. He knows you, he trusts you and he sees you at his house at 8:30 am and then leaves for work, for the same shift you called in for. Now if thats not quite enough for you yet, those two little pills are very, very expensive. When you're budget is stretched between, Rent, Tuition, Gas, Food and Bills; there comes the expense that you cannot afford to forgo paying.
Now, there are side effects to this pill because it is a hormone overdose that forces a woman's reproductive system to malfunction in order to halt conception. She's got nausea that you blame on "food poisoning" to keep her parents from catching on to anything wrong. Shes moody and obviously not feeling good, shes running on less sleep than you got. Shes terrified of becomming pregnant and so are you but no one can find anything out. So you sit together, cuddled up on the couch in silence, staring vacantly at the entertainment center ignoring daytime TV and telling yourself that the money spent today and the money never made at work are well worth the expense of not having a child. You talk to yourself in your head because you can't talk to her about it right there, her parents are sitting by you, oblivious to everything but the re-runs of the Montel Jordan Show playing way too loud. Eventually you both pass out because of stress and exhaustion and when you wake up and get a moment to yourselves after leaving for dinner, you just sit in your car with her, crying in eachother's arms for the better part of an hour. Nervously watch her take the second and final pill, knowing that shes going to feel five times worse than she already is as soon as it kicks in. You're troubles aren't over until you got back to her place to watch a movie and curl up together to pass out once more. In the middle of the night, her brother, your friend, her protecter, stumbles through the back door in a drunken state and pauses for a moment to see you both holding one another outstretched on the living room couch. He shrugs it off because he trusts you and never gives it another thought as he heads in for the night to pass out. Uneasy rest and a pit in your stomach that adrenaline has been making since an hour before the condom broke drive you to peel your sticky skin off of hers and tell her you need to leave. Afraid to be alone but unwilling to have you miss another day at work, you remove her reluctantly wanting arms and head home, your head buzzing with emotion and stress you don't really need that much of right now either.
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This was my day. I needed to vent badly and I trust you guys not to tell anyone.
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