I knew whenever I started dating Tj, my finace, that he was different. I knew that he was the one. After only 2 months of us dating I found out I was pregnant. I'm 20 years old. As irresponsible as it was, the pregnancy was planned; we used zero protection.
Tj's giddiness was contagious and I wanted to keep the baby from the moment I found out I was pregnant. We told our parents the happy news the day we went to the docotor's office.
My dad cried. That was the first time I've seen him cry since my mother died when I was 10. I hate disappointing my dad because I have to live up to the standard that my older-middle sister has set. (She moved away from home to go to college to study veterinary medicine, which is what my dad's father studied.)
The first question he asked me was "what are you going to do?" I said, I don't know. He just shook his head and suggested I get an abortion. Soon after I told my sisters I was pregnant, and they both cried. They both suggested I get an abortion and they said they'd help pay for it.
This is not what I wanted. I wanted that baby so bad. But, being the good daughter that I wanted to be, I gave into my dad's plan of getting an abortion, two days after Valentine's Day.
I feel like I did it just to make my dad happy. And I hate myself for it.
If we would've kept the baby, we would've named it either Aiden Cole, or Scarlett Monroe.