I had my abortion when I was 15 years old. My mother gave me no option but abortion. I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone about it; my mother and I were the only ones that knew until recently.
The father’s family and mine had been friends for a long time when we started dating and got pregnant. He and his family would have been supportive, but my mother chose not to tell them about it.
It was 1976 in Dallas. They used different sized rods to dilate me; the glass jar was beside me at the end with the contents. There was a lot of physical pain. My mother was in the waiting room and I was all alone. I felt abandoned and alone. I really wanted to see the father of the baby. I knew he loved me and still does to this day. I broke up him with a little while later. I couldn’t stand him not knowing and I wasn’t allowed to tell him. The pain became unbearable and I turned to drugs and alcohol. I think I experienced every drug during this time.
I finally married when I was 19 years old, but it lasted three boys and seven years. He was physically abusive. I stayed single for five years and remarried after an emotionally abusive marriage, three boys and 15 years it ended. During my divorce I started seeking counseling and over the period of the last 2 1/2 years I have faced my unwanted abortion. I have bought my baby a headstone and placed it next to my father. I have been In touch with the baby’s father and he knows everything and has forgiven me. I’m still In the process of forgiving my mother. I wanted my baby and think about and miss her daily.
Rest In Peace My Angel
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