i'm an only child. i'm pretty sure my mom didn't want me. even through this hard truth, she still remains the love of my life. she described my conception as a 'planned accident'. my dad wanted a litter and my mom wanted none.

it was my junior year in high school and i was 17 years old, a and b honor roll student and, i had been with my boyfriend for about 5 years that year. the day before valentines day, year of 2015, i had found out i was pregnant,the first person i told was him, he was thrilled, i on the other hand was not.

everything happened more a year ago. i was dating a guy everything was going well it wasn't until we moved in together that the emotional and physical abuse started.

it really pisses me off that i feel the need to label myself here as anonymous, but due to living at my conservative christian parent's house (even at the age of 30), i will have to continue hiding this.

i was 16 years old when i became pregnant by an emotionally abusive boyfriend. i knew that i could not take care of a child when i was still so young myself. i also knew that if i had the baby, i would be connected to this abusive man for the rest of my life.

abortion was a word that put fright and horror in people like the name 'boogieman' was supposed to in children.