I’m three months away from graduating with my BA and going through my medical abortion while trying to finish up classwork. I grew up poor, with no hope that my life would amount to anything. Now I’m here, doing things I’d never dreamed of.
My fiancé and I live with my mom while we both go to school and save to buy a house. It’s not that I don’t want kids, I just don’t want to be resentful for putting all of my dreams and goals on a shelf, only to bring another poor person into the world. It just wouldn’t be fair.
There have been a lot of complex emotions for me; I wish it had been the easy choice or that I’d been 100% sure. My mom chose me when she got pregnant in a not so ideal situation, and I think there’s pressure for me to do the same(from my own internal guilt). I’ve felt alone through a lot of it. But I hope to look back and be thankful.
