My name is Candice. I am now 18 and I had an abortion when I was 14. I grew up in a christian home, but in every home, there’s always one who goes bad…and that was me. I began going to parties in grade 7 when I was only 12.
I had sex for the first time at one of these parties, and I didn’t think that there was anything wrong with that, r maybe I just chose to believe that it was okay. Anyways, I fell in love with this guy (I’ll call him Bob, so I won’t reveal his real name) and we started having a sexual relationship. He was 2 years older than me, and he made me feel important, so I gave him everything. Anyways, when we were at a party for New Year’s (I was still 13) we had sex, and this time, I got pregnant. I didn’t even realize that I was pregnant until the middle of February (I had since turned 14, at the end of January). When I told Bob, he asked me what I wanted to do, and being the selfish person that I was, right away, I replied that I wanted to have an abortion. He just went along with it. We didn’t tell our parents, but the people at the clinic didn’t say that I had to. To me this was great. I didn’t have to quit school, or face any sort of ridicule or shame. But, since the abortion, all I feel is guilt. Bob and I are still friends, although, there was a time when he wanted nothing to do with me, but we’ve gotten over that. I am so sorry for killing my own daughter. She would have been 4 this past September, and her name would have been Aspen Jorden Syqouya. I miss her so very much.
Candice
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