“They said we’d never make it. They’ve been trying to put limits on us on you, on me. . .” he says thumping his hands together for emphasis, “on US!”
That gorgeous, well-dressed man luxuriating in front of the fire has it for you. He wants you. And the next woman, and the next one. And he can get you all, all the women he wants.
Do you know why?
Because of his devoted spouse, Roe v Wade. He is married to the promiscuity made easy by his friendly neighborhood abortionist, otherwise known as the clean-up man.
Abortion makes it possible for him to use you as an object, to love and leave you without having to be a father to his sons and daughters. If you choose to abort, he’s off the hook, the government may pay for it and, for him they’ll be no reminder of the intimacy he shared with you. If you choose to give birth and raise the child, he can throw choice in your face. After all, you had a choice to ‘get rid of it’, now you can live with the consequences. You can be sure he won’t. Why do you think he laughs so heartily? He’s playing you for a sucker. He takes another sip of his expensive cognac.
Soon, he’ll be giving a red rose and that sexy smile to the next conquest. You’ll be raising his child alone, dealing with poverty and the anger of fatherlessness, or worse, agonizing over an aborted baby.
“And we’re going to be standing by your side today, tomorrow and in the years to come.” Whose side will he be standing by? It’s not you.
“Uh, huh, uh” he grunts in anticipation of his next conquest . . .
Don’t be fooled by the charm. He’s not talking to you, he’s in love with his own pleasure. He’s only inviting you to share the fire for a few minutes, until he’s bored with you. The momentary physical pleasure he enjoys thanks to Roe v Wade and the abortion industry. That’s what he is in love with.
Spero columnist Leticia Velasquez blogs at Cause of Our Joy.