I think you mean what happened in my life (not the change in children available for adoption.)
Before I was a Christian, I decided to break up with my girlfriend who I had been with for 4 years, but I didn't have the guts and character to stick it out.
She knew what was going on really and she moved to Australia. She was living with some friends of mine and I drifted over there four or five months later, but I was thinking I would clear up the relationship and move on. Well, she was so nice and it was all so much fun there I stayed. Then she got pregnant. She was nearly 20 and I was 21.
I immediately said we'll move back to New Zealand so we could be with our parents. I think I had $400 after selling my car and buying a plane ticket(classic unready situation). It began to dawn on me what we faced and good-bye to everything I was going to do and going to be. So we had this conversation:
"Have you ever thought about abortion?"
"No"
"So what do you want to do with your life?"
"I want to have this baby? ...What do you want to do?"
"I don't think I'm ready for it."
"Well I don't want an abortion. # What do you want to do?"
"We must do the most loving thing."
"Well the most loving thing will never be abortion."
"Okay"
We returned to our home country.
I wanted to give my parents a choice of accepting us or not. So I wanted to wait until I could move out before I told them.
It took about 8 weeks to get myself together, which was probably the worst time of it all, and by the time I left I couldn't wait another day to tell them and told them right then. Not good.
I did propose marriage, although in those days many girls were turing down proposals 'cause it was the new revolution (1977). We were not the right couple anyway, so I'm glad we didn't marry. (Two wrongs don't make a right.)
We lived together although I don't think we had sex. We rented, and, when baby was walking, we moved and had flatmates. I never told her I was actually leaving her when she had told me she was pregnant. I had actually organised a room in another flat, but put all those plans on hold.
But the relationship couldn't last or wouldn't last and I moved to a flat 10 houses away when my son was about 18 months.
He was with me one evening a week, all weekend from Friday night to Sunday night and when I was needed. From 5 years he was with me Friday night to Sunday night -- every weekend ' til he was 18 and I was coming to collect him and he wasn't there 'cause he was out partying or something.
I didn't have any relationships exept a few stupid ignorant flings during my son's growing up (God forgive me.). I didn't think it was fair on him.
I became a Christian when he was 10 years old. I have repented of all I have done.
Today my son Matthew is the greatest guy anyone could meet: He's generous, he's intelligent and funny. ( He's self-employed in areas of music promotion, reproduction, website design, street posters, DJ work etc.) We get on so well, and honest.
His mother became a university lecturer in anthropology. She has had another child. After she inherited some money, she retired.