Abortion story #633
I found out I was pregnant at five weeks. I've always loved babies, and I love my boyfriend—although we've only been together for less than a year. But I let my fear get the best of me. I convinced myself I wasn't ready, although deep down I knew I would be okay. My boyfriend and I agreed to end the pregnancy. I had my abortion at 11 weeks, 2 days, on the 7th of February, 2017. I waited over a month after finding out because I struggled. But I did it, and it is the worst decision I've ever made, I wish I walked out of the hospital that morning. I took my baby home with me to bury and that just deepened my pain—but I don’t regret that. I cry and I get angry a lot. It’s a huge thing to hold on your shoulders. I’m constantly looking up pictures of what my baby would have looked like right now if I had kept him or her. Nothing has ever hurt me this bad... Click here to read the rest.
- Age: 24
- Location: New Zealand
- Date Submitted: March 23, 2017
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