I chose not to have a baby. It’s a decision I’ve wrestled with most of my life. Having children is an expectation in my family. Fortunately, I recognize my own flaws and would never inflict my existence on a non-consenting child. Not to mention how much medication it takes to keep me sane. Most importantly though – I don’t want to continue the cycle of insecurity and emotional abuse I witnessed in my own upbringing. So when my loving, long-term boyfriend Tim impregnates me, I schedule the abortion exactly 8 weeks from the day of conception. I choose not to have the baby because of my gut. Continue reading It Ends With Me