A few weeks later, my husband arrived in town only to learn that I had moved out of my parent's house. He was upset and insulted my culture, saying that in his country, the parents are supposed to keep their daughter until the husband is able to support her. This was an absurd thought since he was the one so desperate to get married and did not think of the responsibility that comes with it. Not ready to be on my own, I did not have enough money to afford house wares or furniture and hoped that my husband would help me out financially. What he brought to our home was a huge television and a video camera. My heart was stung by the bitter reality that he did not care about me and I could not depend on him. His true motives for staying married with me were becoming obvious.

Around this time, my instincts were shouting loud and clear that something was wrong with my pregnancy. I could not think of anyone reliable to turn to for advice and support. One evening I caught myself watching a documentary on substance abuse during pregnancy. It described several types of disabilities a child can be born with when a mother is negligent during the first months of her pregnancy. I was petrified as I realized that I had been in a self-destructive mode before I found out I was pregnant.I could not bear to have a child suffering from mental or physical disability. I realized that my husband might not be around if I had, a special needs child. The documentary impacted me so deeply that I needed some answers. Since I had concerns about my pregnancy, the doctor referred me to an obstetrician/gynaecologist. After a brief discussion with him, we agreed that it would be best if I terminated my pregnancy.