'upset/put out'
doesn't cover it at all - I was being physically attacked - at one point with a huge fucking knife. Knowing your keeping a baby will seriously fuck up someone you love and not doing so for that reason, despite your own desires, is an act of enormous selflessness.

*EDIT* I think I need to insert here that I told her that going through with it would ruin my life. She didn't just quietly do this off her own back.
*EDIT pt.2* Figure of speech - I explained what I was going through with violence etc - I didn't just trot out 'ooh it'll ruin my life'. Fair enough for slating me on that.

By the way, with my pedant hat on, I must point out that you also don't seem to know what an oxymoron is.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 6 Oct 2008, 14:07, 1 reply)

hmmm
Somehow i really don't think it would have 'ruined' your life, maybe a bit difficult, but with the addition of your little erratta, the story now reads very differently, and doesn't put you in a favourable light, at all.

Oxymoron - something (as a concept) that is made up of contradictory or incongruous elements.

A)The nicest thing someone's ever done for me
B)A woman had a termination at MY insistence, because it would ruin MY life.

I know fine well the meaning of oxymoron, and I also know the meaning of another word, have you heard of it

Selfish - concerned excessively or exclusively with oneself : seeking or concentrating on one's own advantage, pleasure, or well-being without regard for others.

I'm sorry, although i'm no pro-lifer, i can see no 'niceness' in abortions i'm afraid.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Mon 6 Oct 2008, 14:36, closed)

It's a linguistic term
a figure of speech by which a locution produces an incongruous, seemingly self-contradictory effect, as in “cruel kindness” or “to make haste slowly.”

I didn't tell Maxine I wanted her to terminate, I told her it was her choice and that I'd support it. I certainly didn't insist on it (where you get that from I don't know) - but I also I'm most definitely a villain here, and take your criticism squarely on the chin. It's a great deal less harsh than that which I heap on myself daily, so help yourself...

The fact is I was hospitalised by the mother of my little girl over something a great deal more trivial - she might have fucking killed me over this: so ended/ruined - who knows?
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 6 Oct 2008, 14:57, closed)

I didn't reply
to make myself feel better, or you any worse, honestly. I just thought your story was very sad, in all respects.

Linguistics aside, i hope it works out OK in the end!
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Mon 6 Oct 2008, 15:02, closed)

Thanks for that
I've not made a very good job of explaining what went on here, I'm sorry - one of the side effects of sneakily posting whilst working...

To summarise:

a) Maxine is lovely
b) I'm not
c) Woman 'B' is a fucking homicidal nutjob

But what Maxine did for me is incredible - that was the point I was trying to make and I stand by it 100%.

It's really, really fucking sad. The end.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 6 Oct 2008, 15:20, closed)