My abortion story

When I got pregnant with my son my very controlling boyfriend had convinced me that birth control poisoned my body. We usually slept in the car. I took a pregnancy test peeing over the kind of bucket you mix concrete in outside a dilapidated  vacant house. I decided I couldn’t abort a baby based on a stupid decision I made. They tell you that you love the baby automatically  but it’s not true. Then, in 2008  I was pregnant by my boyfriend Steve. We worked together at Target. He wanted to get married and have the baby. I was barely supporting the son I had  still living with my parents. I didn’t want to be tied to Steve forever. My mom and I went to Planned Parenthood. It was pouring rain. The picketers met us at the car with disgusting pictures. I was quite emotional  but I was so scared that if I showed any emotions  they wouldn’t let me do it. I told them I already had a baby. The doctor acted like it was assembly line work. I told Steve I miscarried. We dated another year. The secret was devastating. People might be more understanding if I’d had an abortion when I was living in a car in an abusive relationship. This time  I was on birth control  with a full time job a boyfriend. People might think I should’ve kept it  but I couldn’t.a