Abortion Story: Missouri City
Submitted to Abort73 by a 17-year-old woman on November 15, 2012.
When I was 14, I met this boy named Ben. He was 3 years older than I was. A couple of months after we started dating he wanted to have sex. My mom had always told me, "wait until you get married; sex will come with emotions that you are not ready for." Foolishly, I didn't listen and succumbed to his wishes. We had sex in December, and Ben couldn't remember if he had pulled out in time. Suddenly, a bad feeling came over me, like I knew he hadn't. Months passed and my period didn't come. I made excuses for why it hadn't… In the back of my mind, I knew I was pregnant. My mom has always been overprotective, and she didn't know about Ben. I would lie to her about my cycle to keep her from getting suspicious. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, so I decided to take a pregnancy test. I found out I was pregnant on March 3, 2011. All I could remember was curling up in a ball and crying on my bathroom floor. My mom had always told me she'd kill me if I ever came home pregnant at such a young age. How would I take care of my child and myself? I had just started 9th grade. What would people think of me? I had become that girl–the girl you and your friends see in the hallway and talk about! I was more afraid of disappointing my mom because she had instilled in me better values. On March 7th, I told my mom. Surprisingly, she did not hit me or yell. She gave me a hug and cried with me. A time when I should have been crying tears of joy because I was pregnant with my first child became a time when I cried tears of pain because I was now responsible for a life when I didn't even listen to my mother. What type of role model would I be? I had always wanted the best for my children and at that time, I was not prepared to offer them that. March 11th was the day I had my abortion. It was the ABSOLUTE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE. The night before, I cried constantly. I was less than 24 hours away from murdering my own child–my flesh and blood. The doctor's office was eerie. I thought about telling my mom I had changed my mind, but it was to late. They had already started me dilating. I can remember freaking out, and the nurse telling me to count to 10. I didn't make it past 6. If I could take that decision back, I would! There has not been a day since March 11, 2010 that I have not thought about my son/daughter. My mom was right–I should have waited. Having sex changed my whole life. My child would have been two years old now (my due date was September 20, 2010). Just thinking about that pains me to the core! If there is nothing else you get form my story, PLEASE WAIT UNTIL YOU GET MARRIED TO HAVE SEX! If you do wind up pregnant, abortion is NOT the way to go! The heartache and the remembrance are NOT worth it! Do not be like I was ---- LISTEN !
Location: Missouri City
Date: November 15, 2012