Personal Narrative On Abortion

Latria was right, I was pregnant. I knew something was wrong with me, but I honestly thought I had the flu. It was November, and the weather was changing. I couldn’t believe that I was pregnant, in the middle of all of this madness. With most of my things packed in boxes back at home, I made my mind up that I would tell Trent today. Lord knows the last thing I needed right now was a baby. Of course, I had Tia, but she wasn’t really my child. I loved her like I gave birth to her, though. Tia could do things for herself and wasn’t totally dependent on me. I knew that having a baby would not only change my life, but it would change my body too. I wished that I would have taken my birth control pills.
Since the test confirmed that I was pregnant, I put on my big girl panties and faced reality. This had to be God’s plan for making me slow down and having an abortion was not an option. Deep down I hoped that this pregnancy would make me and Trent’s relationship stronger. The first person I told was my mom and she was overjoyed. After getting advice from her and Latria, I knew that it was time to call Trent and tell him that I was coming over. Before I dialed Trent’s number, I sent Jason a text message that read “Sorry for ending our camera call …show more content…
I figured that we should be alone to talk just in case things got out of hand.” “Oh, I thought I was going to see her,” I said as I took off my coat and breathed in the familiar smell of home. I didn’t know it, but I had missed that smell. “I’m ready to talk, but I guess you already knew that because I called you” I said, as I sat down on the couch. “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m ready to talk, I mean I’m ready to listen” Trent replied, as he sat down beside me. “I’m going to be honest with you Trent, I‘m not sure if I’m ready to come back home yet because you hurt me. I love you, and I want us to be a happy family me, you, Tia, and the