At the age of 14, my boyfriend of one year decided he loved me so much, he would drug me and rape me. Of course, that's not what anyone thought, I was just a confused little girl who wanted to have sex with him. Regardless, I went straight to my mother when I found out I was pregnant. My mother, who I thought would hate me for it, lovingly held me and told me her abortion story. Then she told me of my aunt's, my grandmother's, and her best friend's abortion story. She never made me choose; she just wanted me to know that it was actually an option. After all the horrible stories that I had heard about abortion, it seemed like they were all wrong. I knew that I could not raise this child. I was only 14, had plans for college someday, and did not want my boyfriend or his family having any part in my life. Adoption was not a choice for me either, as I was having severe health problems. Abortion was the only way to go, and I do not regret it one bit. I was able to gain my life, be a woman, and become an advocate for other women.
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