In 1958, I found myself pregnant and unmarried. I was living in England. The father of the child was not Catholic, but wanted to marry me. He was studying to be a CPA, young and immature, terrified of his parents finding out, and moneyless. I did not see marriage as a solution to a problem.
As a teacher I would have been dismissed for unprofessional behavior. John's friends suggested that he just walk away as there was no way of proving paternity. One afternoon he took me to see a doctor who would give advice. It did not take long for me to realize that I was in an abortion office. I fled from the evil scene, past John and never saw him again.
I emigrated to Montreal, Canada where my brother was living and moved in to live with his fiancé. I planned with the Catholic Crusade of Rescue to have my baby adopted. I swore that I would never attempt to reclaim him.