my story is simple and almost normal. i was 17. the guy who i had been in a relationship with (both emotional and sexual relationship) had up and vanished without a text or call or even break up before i found out.

i wasn’t in school, had gotten my ged. i worked a pizza joint for tips and made probably… 50 bucks a day, four days a week. i lived with my mom whom i gave my money to because she barely had 10$ an hour in (2011). we were barely surviving and had not future plans. when i found out, my world crashed around me. i didn’t want a baby. most importantly a baby could never grow up like he/she would and be normal. i made the decision. my mind was made without seconds of finding out. it was my right. i asked extended family for some cash (overdue cell phone bill etc etc). i drove to the clinic. it was upsetting. but i still don’t feel like i lost any thing. there was never a “baby”. there was a fetus, an embryo. not a baby. i didn’t lose a baby. now i had a bachelors degree and loving husband. i have a real life and am able to help my mom. my children will be amazing when they come. i made a decision for my body and i stand by it. i am not a vessel to be used against my will.