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After my abortion, my best friend sued me. She accused me of getting between her and her husband, and demanded 300 thousand dollars in Youth Compensation for all the years she wasted. Henry Dawson, my boyfriend of eight years, stood by my hospital bed, holding her hand. "Do you admit it?" he asked. He was holding a one-year-old child in his arms. The child wore a custom-made necklace that cost 230,000 dollars. We'd been together for eight years. The most expensive gift Henry ever gave me was a 42-dollar thermos and after buying it, he made me send him back 21 dollars. Every bill, every meal, we always went fifty-fifty. It was only now that I realized just how much of a fool I'd been. I swallowed the bitterness in my throat. "I admit it. Take the money, and we're even," I said.