I was 12 years old when I had met my first love and I was 16 when I had became pregnant. I was the average teenager. I was a cheerleader, played an instrument, and had good grades. But one night my boyfriend ended the relationship with me saying it was just a routine " break" . But I was devestated because I knew that there must have been someone else he had met. One week later I had missed my second period and thought that it was because of my cheerleading practices. But my best friend bought me a test anyway and of course it was positive.
So believing that my ex would care I told him the day that I had found out, Jan. 28. He told me that everything would be ok and that he would get a job to help me out. But when I told him that I couldn't have the baby he left me! He avoided my phone calls, and made about 7 different, new girlfriends. Then when it came time to give me money he only gave me $50 and then called me a killer afterwards. I was so hurt but I knew what I needed to do. No one needed to be in an environment like that. So when the BIG day came and I was under age his best friend and one of mine came with me to the clinic instead of him.
To this day I do not regret what I had done. I know that I am not a killer and neither is anyone else who did what I did. Because of my procedure I have found out the true colors of my former friends, boyfriend, and even myself. I have learned so much because of my experience and I am thankful that I did what was best...I am a college graduate and he is still living with his own mother.
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