In my mind I didn't have any choice. I wish I had been stronger. Since that time, I've known people who were young and unmarried and got pregnant - and they chose life.
I had no clue what to do, so I did what she wanted. She became pregnant and demanded I take her for an abortion.
I had an abortion because I was forced into it by the baby's father. I didn't know I had rights. I didn't know I had the decision to keep my baby.
Instantly, I understood the holy sacrament God has on marriage, and I also knew I could no longer acknowledge my abortion as just a clump of cells. My husband and I were married 1 month after this experience, in the midst of the pandemic, and pregnant with our third child
I believed all the feminist lies. The feminists say they are for women, that they care about women but where are they after the abortion? Where are they when you’ve realized the horror of what you’ve done? They cannot be found.
I found myself alone, weeping, and wondering why did I keep going through this? I had years before turned to alcohol and continued to use it as a way to numb the grief and sorrow that overwhelmed me confronted with anything that brought the past back to me. Anger and sadness were my companions for many, many years. BUT GOD!
I had my first abortion at 16. I had my last abortion at 29. In those 13 years, I had 9 abortions. It's so hard saying it out loud. I look back on every single one and wonder if that was really me who did this in hopes that it was all a terrible dream. Sadly, it wasn't a dream and I chose to kill all 9 of my children.
I was 16 and in a relationship with a much older man who was 26. My relationship with my mother was not a close one and as my parents were separated before I was born, I didn't speak often to my father.
I learned the truth about my situation was this: I had resources and options available to me. And the pain of abortion isn't easily solvable. It seems to grow with time.