My story
When I was 17, I had an abortion at a little over two months.
I was dating a guy that got out of jail the day I found out I was pregnant. He hadbeen in the foster care system because his mom was a drug addict (she even sold him to support her habit). He was living with his grandma at the time and they got into a fight and she called the police on him which lead the him being in jail.
When I found out I was pregnant, I decided right away I wanted an abortion. I was scared to tell my mother and I had just started college on a scholarship. Eventually, I changed my mind.
My boyfriend wasn't happy and said I should get the abortion. He never wanted to be a father anyways (but later said he wanted to marry me, which wouldn't have worked out because I want kids).
I told a few close friends to get support and they encouraged me to tell one of the ladies who mentored us at church.
She came with me when I told my mom I was two months pregnant.
My mom was mad; she wanted me to tell one of her friends for support. And she told me I was getting an abortion or else. We fought for two days; then she said I had an appointment, she was paying for it and I would lie to everybody about it. She told me to trust her.
So the Monday before Thanksgiving, I killed my baby. I refused to look at the sonogram or even take the sonogram photo because I knew I wouldn't go through with it.
But my mom never told me I'd cry and hate myself for getting the abortion. She never told me I'd never be able to really trust her again.
My boyfriend and I never officially broke up. But we just stopped talking to each other. He has a son now.
I finished college with two B.A.'s and am currently working on my Master's degree.
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