I’ve had an abortion, and no I’m not a murderer

I had an abortion when I was 17. It was scary and painful. Something that I will always remember. Not as a positive or a relieving feeling. I knew what I was doing was deemed wrong to many people, but I know in my heart that it was what I needed to do. For myself and for the child. I’m not going to explain why, because I don’t want to defend myself when I don’t have to. I told one person aside from my mother, my boyfriend’s mother, and my boyfriend (been together 4 years, 4 months now). I trusted to tell one of my old friends about my abortion. He knew how traumatizing it was for me. He and I had a falling out because he had been going down a very bad path that was toxic for me to be around. He decided to post all over Facebook about my abortion. I was ridiculed and shamed by random numbers and random accounts on Facebook telling me that I was a baby murderer. I even had a group of girls talking on a public status about the fact that I got one to hide who the real father would be because I cheated on my boyfriend. It was so embarrassing to have these things said about me. I had a girl message me 4 years later when I was pregnant with my son (who is now 1 1/2 years old) , if I was going to abort him too. It’s sick how little some people consider that it actually is a hard decision to make. One you live with forever. It’s not at all easy, but it was my choice and I don’t regret it.