He stuck around long enough to make sure I got rid of the evidence, then left me on my own. I can't explain the feelings I have inside me now. I've never thought less of myself or felt more like trash. I loved him, but he never knew the meaning of the word. I still have nightmares, and at times I hate myself.
Abortion is much, much deeper than scraping of that uterus lining.
Last year, I had a Christian boyfriend who meant the world to me. When we broke up, I was miserable. But what was worse than losing my boyfriend was the horrible realization that a big part of me went with him. We had been sexually active. I was left with shame, guilt and a broken heart.