It has been 4 years since my abortion at age 16. I was pregnant either by my boyfriend of a year, or my ex boyfriend, I wasn’t entirely sure. I don’t remember much from the time I found out I was pregnant, but my ex was the one who bought me the test, and I took it in the bathroom at school. It was clearly positive. I immediatly called my mom, but she didn’t pick up the phone. Then I called my dad. He told the nurse to check me out of school, and let me walk home. He said that we would talk when he got back from work, and he didn’t sound mad.
My mom showed up before he did (they were divorced.) I guess he had called her. She ran through the whole “I have no daughter, you’re a whore, I never want to see you again.” I just sat there. My boyfriend tried to convince me to let his family raise the baby, but I knew from the beginning what I had to do. It took me a while to admit to him that he may not have been the father, but I eventually did.
We stayed together, and married when I was 18. We just had our first son on June 3rd, 2009 and he truly is a blessing. I never look at him and wonder what I might have missed out on, because I’m not missing out. This is my baby. What I aborted was an embryo, I wasn’t more than 8 weeks along, and it just wasn’t meant to be.
I’m tired of people telling me how to feel. My husband believes I did a terrible thing, but he also knows it was the right thing to do. I know how I feel. And I am not sorry.
