My Heartbreaking Story...

A year ago, in January, I received one of the happiest events of my life.. my girlfriend at the time had surprised me with the news and a positive test to show me that she was pregnant. We had suspected she had been for the past month, but nevertheless it was a joyful surprise... I hugged her and picked her up proudly out of joy. The weeks went by and we had planned to tell our parents. We were scared but eventually her mother found out and gave her a heartbreaking reaction. Her mother demanded an abortion. My girlfriend for the next couple months fought off threats, and emotional/mental/verbal abuse from her parents. She insisted she would give up the baby for adoption at birth just to try to save herself from the abuse; knowing well she was going to keep our baby, but the abuse never did stop. They threw everything they could to break us apart. Cutting off our communication, threatening to call police on me if I was around. If my girlfriend disagreed she was threatened with being kicked out of home and such other ridiculous things. Daily she was badmouthed and humiliated by her parents about me and my relationship to her. Her parents pushed the idea of an abortion with the consequence of destroying her life any way they could if she rejected. My love fought so hard and I had no idea that talks of an abortion were being kept a secret from me behind closed doors. Eventually the day came when she couldn't take the abuse anymore. So one random day she was taken to an abortion clinic and was told by her parents to agree that this is truly what she wanted when they asked, as to prevent any delay in receiving the abortion. She went in, and she waited for that question, but that question never came, just a requested signature and pills... By the time she took the first pill, she immediately regretted it, but by then it was too late, as holding back on the remainder of the process would cause devastating deformities and health issues for the baby towards birth. Weeks later I got a call from my girlfriend that our baby had been miscarried. Around this time her parents had given up trying to keep us apart. I did everything in my power to comfort and support her. She insisted that I didn't and that I would never understand. My relationship began to fall apart with her. Not only had we lost our baby, but I was beggining to lose her as well. I tried seeking advice for many months to come about dealing with a miscarraige & afterwhile, I became convinced that it was natural, that things happen, and that regardless of what we could have done it was simply out of our control. It wasn't until 6 months later that my girlfriend would tell me the complete truth & when she did my whole world crashed and stopped rotating. It's like everything i had built up to support myself was undone, & my heart rebroke. She told me about the abuse she had gone threw and every last secret that was kept from me. She told me about the abuse, the process, the regrets, the pain, and lastly, she described haunting images of seeing our little one, still moving, still alive, covered in blood. Nothing in my mind or heart will ever or could ever feel or imagine the trauma she endured. She had kept this a secret from me out of fear of my reaction and out of fear for herself. She cried hysterically for what seemed like hours but with the utmost understanding I told her that it wasn't her fault. She had fought as best she could, and to me that was the most she could do. We were okay for the meanwhile but we never did heal from what happened, & eventually it became one of the reasons why we fell apart and broke up.