My second pregnancy was planned and wanted. At 12 weeks along, I found out my then husband had cheated on me and gave me chlamydia.
I took our toddler and left him and, at 15 weeks along, made the decision to terminate the pregnancy. I had already found out the sex of the baby and had chosen a name. It took me weeks of spiraling mental decline and the development of anorexia to decide this was the right thing for me. I travelled out of state with my mom for my surgical abortion.
I know it was the right decision for me and my living child, but I struggle with the pregnancy having been wanted. I’ve never told the father what happened; he thinks it was a miscarriage.
