I know I’m gay, I have known since the ninth grade. I broke up with a partner of four years and got out of it broke and bitter. I took some time off and went back home because my father is ill and I wanted to spend time with him.

Now, what happened is this man, a few years older than me, has latched onto me. He dismissed out of hand that I was lesbian. He pushed me into having s** with him and now has a s***** appetite for me. I have no such appetite. Unfortunately, to him fortunately, I have become pregnant. As a living and breathing lesbian I was not on birth control.

To him that means marriage, settle down in my hometown and become a church mother of three and do all the cleaning and cooking. He can easily support me, and his dream fantasy of a stay at home housewife. I can’t contemplate three children, this one is already giving me headaches. I have not pursued abortion, in part because he won’t allow it, and in part because I have reservations (religious hangover).

At my age I can easily do his three children, it’s the whole becoming a straight woman in a straight world that has me second guessing myself. I have no doubts that he will not stop at one. I’ve become the breeding partner in this relationship.

I’ve decided that I will not go through this pregnancy with a naked ring finger. Nor will I bring a little b****** into the world. Religious hangover and all that. I’m biting off more than I can chew, he is forty and wants three kids and a stay at home housewife. Not the way I ever imagined me as a lesbian Bay Area girl.