It wasn’t the time for a pregnancy.

I was 18, freshly graduated from high school when I had my abortion. I was going steady with an abusive significant other. After discussing with him that I was pregnant, we agreed to terminate the pregnancy. We couldn’t begin to imagine ourselves as parents when we didn’t function as a couple. I remember my mother driving me to the clinic, and how sweet the staff was. I couldn’t stop bawling because I was so scared of any medical procedures. The nurses went out of their way to bring my mom back to hold me and comfort me during it. I have no regrets because I can only imagine what hectic life our baby would have. About a year or so later, I finally got the nerve to leave the abusive significant other. It was the best outcome for our situation.