My Abortion story

After I was dropped off at a clinic at 19 by my Mom. I was drugged as soon as I started “freaking out”. I was told after my abortion that my Mom wasn’t coming back until I “looked more presentable”. I had lost alot of blood and was white as a ghost. To me, this is what a forced abortion in America looks like. I was 19, yet my Mom signed all the paperwork for me and paid for my baby’s execution. The baby danced on the ultrasound monitor before her murder. She was dancing for her life. I asked if that was my baby and the screen was quickly turned from me. I had tried to move out prior but I had to go back home because I was showing and I couldn’t find a job. That country song “Just dance” had just started playing on the radio. I think of her everytime I hear it. After the abortion my baby was tossed in a Tupperware bowl. I saw her bloody remains. An abortion clinic doesn’t view it as a baby or a death so there is absolutely no respect for your grieving process. The baby’s Father started to develop skitsophrenia a few months before and the Abortion sent him over the edge. He would attack and rape me twice in the months following. The first attack, I became pregnant again. After being raped, I understood, an abortion is a medical rape itself that ends in the murder of an innocent human life. I was not a weak and clueless and I was not having another abortion. My Son and I both survived the second attack. I wish I could say I’ve been a good Mom. I was so broken and desperate for love. I had absolutely no support the first few years and experienced one bad relationship with men after another. I had a different idea of the Mother I wanted to be. I failed. Yet, I will never regret standing up to the Hospital staff after being attack for 6 hours. They wanted him aborted. I gave him life. There is nothing more fundamental than our God given right to life. No matter how dark this world can be.