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I met this guy, who is formally my fiance, back in November 2003. Well, in February 2004, I found out we were pregnant. I was really happy to have found that out, because I was in love with him and, at the time, I thought that's what I wanted. At the time, I was 20 years old and he was 23 years old.

We told our parents, and my mom was excited about the whole thing. Well, that wasn't the same reaction from his parents. His mom was telling both of us that we were too young, we have time, who knows if we're going to be together tomorrow, we're not financially ready, blah...blah... blah... His parents ended up threatening to kick him out of their house if we didn't get an abortion. And with that being said, I went against my will and decided to go through with it, for his sake.

My mom, let me remind you, was happy until this decision was made, and she was mad at me for two months after the fact. Anyways, we went to the Planned Parenthood in downtown Chicago and got an abortion on March 16th, 2004. When I got there, they took an ultrasound and I saw at the bottom of the screen, along with the photo, that I was 15 weeks and six days along in the pregnancy, so I was almost four months pregnant. At that point, I really wasn't in my mind ready for this. So, after the whole process, I felt totally like shit... I was having really bad cramps, I was light-headed, I felt extremely tired.

But my man was there with me throughout the entire thing, and when I got out, he had gotten me a dozen roses, a card, and something to eat and drink. That made me feel a little bit better, but still I can't believe I went through with it. I wish I could turn back the hands in time because I would certainly change my decision and not let people make decisions for me.

I'm just glad that there is a website and a place like this to share how I feel, because I'm tired of holding in all my emotions about this situation... Thanks for listening.