Things weren’t going well. He was aggressive in more ways than one but had just started therapy so I was hopeful. When I told him I was pregnant he went from supportive to not real quick. One day he looked me before an appt and said “I hope it’s not viable.” I knew I had to get an abortion right then. No matter how badly I want to be a mother, I could never look my child in the eyes knowing one of the first things her father said were that he wished she didn’t exist. I grieve my abortion daily, but am so grateful that I’m not tied to him.