Abortion story #643
February 28th, 2017. That's the day my baby was to be born, or so I was told. Back in July of last year, I found out I was pregnant. I won't deny that I was terrified or that I had made the mistake of my life. I still remember the sound of my baby's heartbeat; it made me want to get the baby out of that ultrasound screen so bad. I honestly had never felt such love. I told my then-boyfriend about our situation, and the first thing he said was, ''You can't have that kid.’’ I cried and cried and told no one but my oldest sister. She said I could do it without him, that I would survive and so would the baby. She mentioned how the baby would never need any love since he would get all the family love he could ever need. I should have listened to her. Two weeks after knowing I was pregnant, two weeks after singing, reading and talking to my baby before bed, I committed the worst mistake in my life. I was about to move to Mexico, and I didn't want a child to stop me from such a big step in life, nor did I want to face my boyfriend and his family. So I took my baby's life away... Click here to read the rest.
- Age: 20
- Location: Belice City, Belize
- Date Submitted: May 12, 2017