Hi, I was on your Facebook page and had gave a little of my story to the S.U.G status which a young lady needed help and got told to come here and give my FULL story! so here I am. For starters, I met the father of my children when I was 17, we had known each other for awhile before we got involved. Well we started dating and 3 months after dating I found out I was pregnant, I was scared, ashamed, mad at myself, pretty much any feeling you can think of! I took a pregnancy test, at the time my Boyfriend(husband now) didn't have a phone so my only contact to him was through his friends. Finally I got a hold of him, I was in tears! he told me to calm down and what was wrong I straight up told him I'm pregnant. silence was on the other end of the phone. I asked are you going to leave me, a few minutes passed by and he said no of course I'm not going too I love you and a baby will just make it that much better. so after I had told him I moved on to telling my parents.

I'm childless at 42 and haunted by the baby I aborted at 18

By KATE SPICER         PUBLISHED: 16:34 EST, 25 April 2012 | UPDATED: 04:54 EST, 26 April 2012

Setting out from my home in sleepy Devon, I catch the bus into the nearest big town, where none of the chemists know my family, and buy two expensive pregnancy tests.  It’s the summer holidays after I’ve left  school and perhaps my periods have  stopped because I’ve been anxious  about my A-level results. Or perhaps not.  My suspicions that I am pregnant go beyond a missed period: I feel queasy in the mornings. The pregnancy tests are positive. I run a deep bath, as hot as I can stand it, and drink neat gin until I am sick. It says something about my teenage ignorance that I have resorted to an  old wives’ abortion technique from the 19th century. The only other one I know is throwing yourself down the stairs. I try that, albeit halfheartedly. I do not feel a scrap of concern about terminating my pregnancy: I just want it to happen quickly. The GP — again carefully chosen because he didn’t know my family — clearly doesn’t feel the same urgency. He arranges for the abortion to take place at the start of the second trimester, which is nearly two months after my visit to him. Looking back, it seems unimaginably cruel to have made a distraught 18-year-old wait so long for a termination.

I met my boyfriend 9 and a half months ago and ever since that day I've never been happier. He has saved me from depression and sorrow. My mum left my dad about 1 year ago, took most of everything my dad had in his house and took my sister away from me. I chose to live with my dad, and help him through this. It was one of the saddest moments of my life having to watch my dad cry most nights, its the hardest thing to watch a man cry. We kept each other going but we were both struggling. until I met Matt and he seemed to go out and socialize lots more. Life was heading to normality. Besotted by Matt, I struggled to leave him every night, I hated to sleep with out him. it didn't feel normal. So I moved in with Matt. Months went passed and I've never felt more comfortable with anyone in my life.

It wasn't meant to happen. I was in a  foreign country. I was lonely. My friend who I was staying with had sent me off with his friend so he could invite some body around for sex. He'd been cutting me off for a lot of the time that I stayed with him. I went out with this friend, we had a few drinks, got back home, and due to space, were to share a bed together. We shared a bottle of vodka between us whilst talking about how crap we both felt, how lonely we both were in different ways, and got very emotional. I don't remember how it happened, but we ended up having unprotected sex.