I decided to have an abortion when I was eighteen years old. I broke up with the father and my family thought I should keep the baby for religious reasons but I simply did not want to be a single mother. Everyone in the church was angry with me and they were constantly preaching to me and doing everything in their power to convince me not to have an abortion. No one would take me, no one supported my decision but I was the one who would be responsible and it was my decision. Even the father was angry, saying he would have married me if I had agreed to keep the baby, that would have been a big mistake because the woman he is very abusive to the women he did finally marry and I can’t help but feel I somehow had a feeling he was an abuser. He was very controlling, and said mean things when you angered him. So, I felt it was the right choice then and I don’t regret it today.