Last year, when I was fifteen, I had met a boy who was eighteen. Looking back now, I realize he was an awful person. Demanding, and almost abusive on numerous occasions. I was forbidden by my parents to see him, but I was in love. I had kept a secret relationship with him for almost five months. Eventually, he broke up with me.
Two days after he broke up with me, on December 22nd, my mother found out and my world was turned upside down. I was in love with him, but I had no way to see him, and he didn't want me anymore anyway. My parents tried to help me get over him. Since the day my mom found out i was with him, and had been sleeping with him she asked me if I could be pregnant. I'd missed my period, and my breasts were really sore, but I honestly just did not think I was pregnant.
On January 7th, my older sister picked me up from track practice, and bought me a pregnancy test. I didn't want to take it but I knew I had to. I did, and it was positive. I cried and hugged my sister, and she told me it would be okay. We went home and scheduled an appointment for an abortion the next day.
On january 8th, I skipped school and went to the clinic with my mom and sister. I found out I was about five weeks along, and they told me I could just take pills that would cause the abortion. They did an ultrasound, and asked me if I wanted to see it. I didn't look at my baby on the screen because I knew it would be too hard for me. I stared at the ceiling and cried. Everything that happened once we left the clinic is a blur to me.
I know this was the right decision for me, considering the father was no longer a part of my life, and considering how awful he was. My baby would never have received the life it deserved, and although I know I would have loved it, I know I also would have always resented it.
Now, a year later, I'm an honor student. I have a new boyfriend, who treats me right and who my family loves. I have big plans for myself that never could have taken action if I'd chosen to keep my baby. I think about it everyday, but I know in my heart I made the right decision.
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