I am just a woman that chose an abortion thirty-two years ago. My baby girl has always had a place in my heart. There has not been a day that has gone by that I do not think about if only I had a different ending to my story. It's permanent, so truly seek out all your facts.

I was seventeen years old; it was the summer before my senior year in high school. I found myself in a crisis pregnancy. My boyfriend and I had been going together for more than a year; I thought he was the one I was going to marry, so we became sexually active for a few months. I heard these words, "If you love me, then let's have sex". When I became late with my period, I went to him and said "I think I am pregnant." His first reaction was, "No I am not ready to become a father", and left. There I was scared, frightened and not sure where to go next. I had already loved this baby inside of me and I was sure I could do it all: finish school, graduate and have a baby. If my boyfriend would have been supportive and stepped up to the plate, I probably would not have had an abortion. Perhaps If I had been able to go to a Crisis Pregnancy Center and talk to someone who was able to help me understand more clearly what I was doing and that I did have other options as well as support, I would have not agreed to have an abortion. I do not know for sure, but I do know I have replayed it all over and over in my head for many years since that day and wished that I had made a difference choice.

I went and spoke to my parents; for sure I was going to need help. My mother and I went to a place to get a pregnancy test and when they came to tell me for sure I was pregnant, that was not all the information they gave me. This place gave me the world's view and told me my baby was a " "BLOB OF TISSUE", "I was young and had my whole life ahead of me", and they finished with "I could have many more babies when I was older and ready for them".