Dear GhanaWeb,

My husband and I have been married for four years, and I’ve known him since I was eighteen. From the start, I knew I didn’t want children. Having kids simply wasn’t for me, I didn’t want to risk losing my shape or my face.

I made it clear to my husband that if he wanted children, we shouldn’t be together.

He is a lawyer, and his job is his passion. He didn’t want children either, and for years, we maintained that mindset, happily content in our decision. I’ve always been on birth control pills because, frankly, he cannot pull out during sex.

Unfortunately, this time, the pills failed me, possibly because I had been using them for so long.

Three months ago, I found out I was pregnant. I looked down at the positive test, and I knew it was over for me. I rushed out to tell my husband, but what happened next left me stunned.

A man who handles horrific criminal cases, someone who never sheds a tear, was crying, overjoyed, in fact. I was furious. How could he be happy after everything we had agreed on?

When I asked him why he was so happy, considering we both agreed we didn’t want kids, he explained that he didn’t want kids... until now.

With the possibility of actually having one, it was suddenly all he wanted. I was devastated. How was I supposed to tell him that I wanted to terminate the pregnancy? I tried to convince myself to come to terms with it, but deep down, I just couldn’t.

I love my husband deeply, and I didn’t want to hurt him, so I figured I’d wait for the maternal instincts to kick in.

But when he started talking about names and gender, I felt betrayed. It became clear to me that having a child wasn’t the key to happiness.

Kids deserve love and care, and I didn’t want to give that. I wasn’t ready for the pain and drama that came with childbirth, and I couldn’t bear the thought of becoming a mother.

I couldn’t go to the doctor for help, because I knew he would find out. He is a lawyer, and he can spot a lie from a mile away.

He knows all the right people and would easily figure out where I was going. Plus, I knew I’d come back from the hospital looking sick and limping, and he would know something was wrong.

I didn’t know what to do, so I turned to the internet. I researched how to induce a miscarriage, and I followed the advice I found. I drank teas, ate unhealthy food, did exercises, and even drank alcohol when he wasn’t around.

After a month of avoiding the doctor, he insisted we go. I knew the doctor would figure out what I had done, so I kept making excuses.

Finally, I ordered pills online that could terminate the pregnancy. I took them, and the next thing I knew, I woke up at 1 am to find myself bleeding. A sense of relief washed over me as I whispered to myself, "It’s over."

I got up, threw my underwear away, and put on some period underwear. Then, I took one of the sleeping pills my husband uses and slept through it all. When I woke up later, I pretended to cry, and he comforted me, insisting I go to the doctor. I knew I couldn’t, there was too much in my system. So I faked being upset and tried to act distraught.

But he wasn’t buying it. He said that with the amount I was bleeding, I either had to go to the doctor or he would invite one to our home to examine me.

Now I’m confused. I don’t know what to do next. Is there anything I can do to prevent the doctor from finding out what I’ve done?

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