i was 15, my boyfriend and i had been dating since i was 14 (which is when i lost my virginity). my parents were going through a divorce and i felt i had no one so i felt like he understood me. i believed him when he said i couldn’t get pregnant if he pulled out before ejaculation. he was wrong.

by the time i found out (i had always had irregular periods) i was already 16 weeks. when i went to tell him he was with someone else. i decided it had to be done, i did not want to raise a baby with this person and i just knew i couldn’t do adoption, i would forever wonder about my baby, not to mention the stigma of this straight a student going through high school pregnant was more than i could bear.
he dropped me off at the clinic and spent the day with friends in san francisco. he picked me up several hours later because i had to be knocked out. he brought me a bear, yay. and while i have cried about it every now and again, i am glad i didn’t go through with it. i stayed with him until i was 21, he cheated more times than i can count. he insulted me nearly daily and even hit me a few times. i am glad that i had the choice.