I worked with a girl that had had an abortion. Her husband was a recovered heroin addict. She was scarred by it.
She was a really hard worker with a get it done attitude and a no-nonsense logical mind. She was the first to crawl under raised floors and lace in telephone cables with no thought of how dirty it was.
But there was a sadness about her all the time.
So, her career couldn’t be interupted by a pesky child? I see.