Abortion Story: Santa Margarita, CA
Submitted to Abort73 by a 35-year-old woman on September 11, 2016.
I was normal, I mean as normal as needed to be an acceptable member of society. I was likable, tolerable, lovable. If all else failed, entertainment and humor helped me through the toughest times of my life. There’s nothing funny about abortion. I am very much ashamed to say I aborted my baby, and I’m paying for it with my life. I just figured that out, but my family made me do it and paid for my abortion with cash, not insurance, after my dad had sex with me. A dad is supposed to protect you and a mom is to—as well as love you, even when you feel undeserving or too ashamed to love yourself. A mom will always love you no matter what. I had nether. I have accepted that. What I haven't accepted is the fact that I'm dying. I'm a drug addict. The day before my forced abortion was the end of any chance I had to just be happy and not feel guilty—or feel that I don't deserve to live and know what a happy life feels like. I’m one of the lost children.
Location: Santa Margarita, CA
Date: September 11, 2016