Abortion Story: Charlottesville, VA
Submitted to Abort73 by a 45-year-old man on July 15, 2015.
Twenty-two years ago I had just graduated from college. No career yet, and no money.
My pretty blonde girlfriend got pregnant. I reacted like a cornered animal. "It's just a blob of tissue; we'll abort," I told her.
She resisted. She talked about giving the baby up for adoption. Neither of us were ready to be parents.
I was adamant.
"You will abort," I told her. "That's all there is to it."
She followed my wish and aborted our child. I felt guilt for years for pressuring her the way I did.
But it wasn't until my wife was pregnant with our first child that I realized the gravity of what I had done. I studied everything about pregnancy. I was shocked by how quickly the baby's heart starts beating—how quickly it assumes human form. That, and my intuition, told me that ending its life was murder.
When my newborn son arrived I saw a ghost of the child I destroyed so many years ago. He or she visits me sometimes when I'm playing with my son or daughter. I am filled with sadness. He or she would be 22 now, a young adult.
Fatherhood has taught me the preciousness of life from the moment of conception. For me, this is not a religious thing. It is a deeply felt emotional thing.
My wife and I discussed it. If she ever has an unplanned pregnancy we will have the child. It's just automatic. Abortion is murder. I don't see how it could be anything else.
Location: Charlottesville, VA
Date: July 15, 2015