You told me you had a vasectomy, and like a fool I believed you. When I told you I was pregnant, you said, "I had a feeling." What the fuck? And thanks for telling me you would pay for half of the abortion. Your words are very comforting. They're even more comforting every time I ask for the money and you say you'll try to get me some when you can. You make twice as much money as I do. I wish it were you who had to go through the emotional and physical pain of an unwanted pregnancy. If you're wondering, I broke up with you because it disgusted me that you kept your shoes in a communal fridge and told me how much to tip when I was paying for your meals. You're the biggest piece of shit I know.