Personal Narrative: How Abortion Changed My Life
On February 9th,2016, I was told that I would be expecting my first child. The moment was surreal for me. I never expected to be in a situation as such as a sophomore in college. My life was no longer my own, it was being shared by a small human growing inside me. However, reality soon set in. I began to realize I wouldn’t have the fairytale pregnancy that every girl dreams of. I did not have the supportive partner that everyone needs in a situation such as this. As a sophomore in college, I could provide for a child alone. In complete honesty, I was still a child myself. For this moment in time, school was not my main priority. My mind flooded with question in regards to what to do about my pregnancy. Could I be a single mother right now? How would I provide for my child? How would the child be mentally and physically without a
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I was told that football and making it professionally was too important for him. He pleaded for me to get an abortion. The word abortion for me is rarely uttered in my house hold. It’s would only be appropriate if my life was in danger. If I chose abortion, I was doing so without the support of my family. From Justin, I was given the ultimatum that if I aborted, he would be there. On the other hand, If I kept the child it was my responsibility to do everything. I believe for anyone; this decision could not be taken lightly. Time to think in a quiet environment is what was needed. I needed to devote all my time and attention to figure out what was the fate of my child. Since Justin had already detailed his position, I had to figure out mine. As a child growing up, my parents split fairly early in my childhood. I have few memories of my dad as a small child. While making my decision, this memory was fore front in my mind. The essential question I would ask myself was if it would be right to rear a child without its father. I will admit that it was challenging dealing with this pressing
I was told that football and making it professionally was too important for him. He pleaded for me to get an abortion. The word abortion for me is rarely uttered in my house hold. It’s would only be appropriate if my life was in danger. If I chose abortion, I was doing so without the support of my family. From Justin, I was given the ultimatum that if I aborted, he would be there. On the other hand, If I kept the child it was my responsibility to do everything. I believe for anyone; this decision could not be taken lightly. Time to think in a quiet environment is what was needed. I needed to devote all my time and attention to figure out what was the fate of my child. Since Justin had already detailed his position, I had to figure out mine. As a child growing up, my parents split fairly early in my childhood. I have few memories of my dad as a small child. While making my decision, this memory was fore front in my mind. The essential question I would ask myself was if it would be right to rear a child without its father. I will admit that it was challenging dealing with this pressing