Ahem… my partner was 51 and I was 41. We used three methods of birth control. He didn’t want any more children. When I became pregnant at 42 and told him, he turned to me and said, ‘For the love of God, what are you going to do?’ My response, “I don’t know, but the love of God will see me through.” The little Vermont village tale became one of placing blame on me, as if I were the only one who had been in the bed. Fortunately and thankfully, I now have a wondrous 25yo son, who I raised as a single mother in a small Vermont village.