I am a 50 year old single mom of 3. When I was 22 years old I was a single mom with a 9 month old child who was in and out of hospital due to illness. I became pregnant, was very scared and even though I was with the father of this child at the time, I didn’t think I could handle another child. So I chose to have an abortion…
I was 37, my marriage was in threads, and I was pregnant. I was scared. What was I to do? I didn’t really need to have a baby did I? I went to the doctor and she just fed into all my fears…
I’m sure you must have heard of Bob Marley’s famous song “Redemption Song.” I have always loved part of the chorus that reads “… these songs of freedom.” I remember thinking, “What does that really mean and will I ever sing a song of freedom?”…
I was 16 and in love… Well at least I thought it was love. My boyfriend told me he loved me and wanted to marry me. I didn’t really want to have sex but caved into the pressure. First time having sex and I was pregnant. What was I supposed to do? The only option I was every really given was to abort…
I couldn’t see any way out but to have an abortion. I was still in school, had been using drugs, and would be in so much trouble with my parents if they knew I were pregnant. As I walked into the clinic, I had no idea what was going to happen to me. I was told that it wouldn’t hurt…
At the age of nineteen, I found out that I was pregnant. I couldn’t tell my family for fear of how they would react and there was really no one I could turn to. My boyfriend at that time was preparing to move far away from my home town with no intention of coming back. He told me to just do my best and then he left town…
