I was 20 when I had the first one. The first time wasn’t difficult, I felt relief right after, and moved on quickly. At the time, my partner was with me throughout the entire process, it made things so much easier. However, the second time was very different. I never spoke about what happened the second time, because of the shame and embarrassment, I felt so stupid for not taking enough precautions. Before I got pregnant the second time, I broke up with same partner, but went back to him, and that’s when I got pregnant. He acted completely different from the first time and I guess it’s logical since we broke up and we haven’t seen each other in months. I was very naive, I was desperate for his support. The day that I was supposed to get it terminated I went to his house, hoping he would be as supportive as before. He wasn’t. And I think that’s what made the situation very hard for me. In the middle of it, just before the pain began, he got a call and told me he had to go work. He told me he would be back. He never came back. I was left alone in his apartment. I went through it all alone. The thing that disturbed me the most was that he pretended to be pro-life on his social media. Of course, we’re not together anymore.

I’m sharing my story for the people who didn’t have someone by their side during this difficult process. I’m sharing my story for the people who were involved with cowards, and weak partners who couldn’t be there when they most needed them. And most of all, I’m sharing my story for me, to get this off my chest, and let this go. Little by little, as I see more stories about similar experiences, I get more and more comfortable in my own skin.