I left the clinic that day changed forever and stuffed the whole experience for many years. It was many years later when I first was invited to attend a Gala for our local pregnancy center and the that is when the Lord really began showing me that I needed healing.
The walls were orange, there was a huge machine with tubes coming out the side, a table with surgical instruments, a sink, a bed with stirrups, but the most horrific sight was the shelf that went around the room with jars of baby parts in them of other aborted babies. I felt like I was in a horror movie and wanted to run but was glued to the floor.
My father drove me to the clinic with my best friend. I remember crying the entire time I waited. We went into the room and I laid on the table. They brought in a machine that looked like a vacuum. The noise was overwhelming as they ripped that baby out of me, piece by piece. I can hear it now if I try to. But I didn’t want to think about that. So like Scarlet O’Hara I said I’d think of it another day.
From that moment, for 36 years I never spoke a word about what I had done. I lied on every medical form asking how many pregnancies I had. But it was always there. It caused problems with relationships with my children, there was no closeness.
I was just sixteen - I had no good counsel - I felt abortion was my only choice. The experience was horrific, and I still hear the sound of the machine whirring - all these years later. I felt alone and afraid and had no one to comfort or help me - I suffered alone and continued to live a promiscuous, unhappy, unfulfilling life for another 18 years.
Much much later, I began drinking and sleeping around. I even thought Abortion was okay for some people for a while. I have totally changed on that. No Abortion is ever okay for anyone at anytime. I regret my Abortion.
Trying to keep up a “goody two-shoes” image, I did not want my parents to find out that I was having sex outside of marriage and I decided to have an abortion to hide my behavior. My boyfriend came up with some of the money for an abortion and then I lied to my best friend for the rest of the money. Connie's testimony from the 2023 March for Life in Washington D.C.
Not only did I choose death for my child over life, but I stole Fatherhood from someone too. That child was as much his as mine and I gave him no say! Melissa's testimony from the 2023 March for Life in Washington D.C.