I was 23 when I made the decision to get an abortion. I remember that summer very clearly. I had just moved back home and got broken up with, my heart was shattered. I didn’t really have a plan I just came home to be with my parents and figured I’d continue my MBA. Wasn’t planning on dating and then one night at a concert I met this guy and I slept with him. I thought nothing of it after all I had been on the pill. Then a few weeks passed literally just over two and I missed a period. Next thing you know it was a positive test after positive test and I found myself faced with the crushing reality of a viable pregnancy. My sister outted me to my parents and at first I really didn’t think I could do it, the father involved was incredibly pro-life and at the time I was for myself too. It wasn’t until I sat down and got real with myself that I decided to end the pregnancy. I didn’t go through with it until my second visit to the clinic and I still mourn the loss today. I hope one day my baby and I will reunite, but until then I know I made the right decision for me and my unborn child. Abortion is ok, and I think god will forgive me. Today I am happy to say I found a career I love and enjoy and am looking for an apartment of my own come spring. It does get better.
With love,
-Z
