I was sixteen and thought I was madly inlove. We had been dating for three years. I was so stupid, he beat me alsmost everyday. My parents pretty much knew but I denied it. I thought he beat me because he loved me so much. It was my sophmore year when I found out that I was pregnant. I, like many scared teens hid this from my parents. My boyfriend, Anthony was happy. The beating ALMOST came to a stop, they weren't as severe anyway. I was 21 weeks when my parents finally found out. They were furious. The next day I got up to go to school (my father took me) like always but we never made it to the school. My parents actually drugged me that morning. I fell asleep in the car and woke up in labor at a hospital three hours from my home town. Three days later I returned home. My parents never discussed it with me again and I never discussed it with anyone either except my older sister. Shortly after that I left Anthony. Thank God. Today, I am 33 years old with two beautiful children, an 11 yr.old boy and a 3yr. old girl. I am married to a wonderful man who really does love me the way a man is suppose to but I feel so guilty about my other child. I know in my heart that it was a girl. The guilt is so deep that I have never even told my husband. I feel hurt and betrayed by my parents who obviously think they have done nothing wrong. Every year though on March 25 my sister and I spend time together. She always waits for me to bring it up, and then she just listens and cries with me. I didnot choose to have an abortion, that decision was made for me, but the pain, 17 years later is still there. I just want to let both young girls and parents that there are other options out there. Many families want to adopt!
Smiling Baby Loves Daddy
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