I found out I was pregnant in June 2017, myself and fiancé have a 6 year old son together and I’m my fiancé’s carer, so we have a lot to juggle, as well as neither of us having jobs so very little income. We tried our best to think about everything responsibly- both of us secretly hoping that there was some miracle way that we could keep the baby that we didn’t plan for.

Sadly, on the 28th July we went through the awful decision to have an abortion, my fiancé didn’t leave my side throughout it all, and we both cried and held each other when everything happened.

The 8th March would have been my due date, and I can’t stop thinking about it. We’ve decided to go down to the crematorium on that day.

There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t regret the decision we made, I just wish things could have been different