I laughed as well and signed my name under the abortion consent form and said, "Nurse, when I'm about to go into surgery, can you call that man over for me? He's my husband." The nurse's eyes widened in disbelief.
I lay quietly by the operating room doors, waiting. It wasn't long before the nurse brought Javier over.
He looked confused, not understanding the situation. But then he saw me being wheeled into the operating room.
"Javier, let's get a divorce," I said.
Javier was in utter disbelief, stumbling as he ran towards me.
