Over the summer I started going out with this girl I had been talking to for about two years, and we were very happy. I trusted her with everything. We talked about making love, and I told her that if something happened and we had a kid that I did not want her to get an abortion. I told her that if she really did not want it that I would raise it on my own, and she said that she would never do that.
She and I did end up making love, and about three weeks after that she broke up with me. I asked her why and she looked at me with tear-filled eyes and said that she just could not do this any more. I told her that no matter what happened I would always be here for her and that together we could get through this and anything else that came in the future. She told me thank you but that it does not change the fact that she could not go out with me any more. I was really upset, so I left.
I saw her at a high school football game about two months after that. I went up to her and gave her a hug, and she said she needed to talk to me. So we went and sat down, and she told me that she broke up with me because she was pregnant with my baby. I was shocked but happy. Then she said that it would have been a little girl. I looked at her dazed and confused and asked her would have been? She said yes, it would have been, but she had an abortion.
I didn’t know what to do, so I broke down and cried. She rubbed my back and said it will be OK and that it was for the best. I looked at her and said there was no way that this was for the best. I told her I would never be able to look at her the same again. I asked her how she could do this to me. How could she do that to our baby? She looked at me and said that this guy she is now dating told her to. I asked her how she could do that. How could she let some other guy talk her into killing our baby? She said she was sorry. I told her that was not good enough. Sorry is not going to bring our baby back.
I started crying again and said I will never get to hold my little girl. I will never get to see her beautiful face. I will never get to tuck her into bed. I will never get to see her grow up. She started crying, and all I could do was look at her and tell her how she had no idea how much pain she caused me. Thanks to her I will never get a chance to have anything to do with my baby girl. She broke my heart. I don’t even have a grave that I can go to and lay flowers upon. She broke my heart.