April 29, 2004
It was a horrible year (2003). I had just turned 16. Everything had turned upside down. I had left school, and had left home. Then, making a highlight, I found out that I was pregnant.
I was so upset, thinking what my family would say, I was so scared. I didn't want to tell anyone, but I had no choice.
My family were angry, but I couldn't understand how, and why, people could get so angry over a new life.
My partner was really supportive, and I guess he was happy he was going to be a daddy. I was happy, too, but mostly scared. I really wanted to have my baby.
We had a family meeting, and everything was so depressing. My family wanted to kill my unborn child. I didnt understand. They asked, “What do you have to offer to your baby in time to come?” I had no answer.
My family decided for me, and told me I was having an abortion.
I was coming up to the second trimester, and they wanted things done now. The waiting list was 2 weeks, but my family made it happen within 2 days. Unfortunately for them, I got declined, because the doctors were sure that it wasn't my choice. I was happy, but, of course, my family stepped in, made me go for a another appointment, and told me tell lies, and to say that I wanted an abortion.
Well, luckly for them, I was accepted.
Two days later, I was in the waiting room. My boyfriend was there with all the support he could give me.
I regret it, still, to this very day. I wish my family were more supportive. Me and my partner are still going strong, and we will never ever forget the baby we could have had.
* Not her real name
