I Gave up
When I was 15 I was raped. As a result, I found out I was pregnant.
I lived in a small close knit community, and went to a private Christian school. Oh the scandal and shame this brought on not only me but my family!
Do you think that at 15 years old I blamed the baby for all my grief? No!
I was forced to marry the guy because it was the right thing to do in the eyes of the church. I wasn’t in love, but I was doing what I was told to do.
I had planned to graduate and go to college and become a Veterinarian and specialize in Equine medicine. My whole life I loved being with and around horses and animals and that’s all I wanted.
Now I gave it all up because there was some one coming, a gift from God that I didn’t plan on but sometimes life just works out that way.
July 1984 my tiny little boy was born and I was 16 years old. He was beautiful! Yes I kept him and raised him but I had lots of help.
Abortion never crossed my mind! Why would I murder an innocent person ? How selfish I would be if I decided something like that!
I had 3 more little boys, just before my 22nd birthday my youngest was born.
I gave up my dreams so that my children could have a chance to achieve their goals.I married a man who my family loved, my church loved, my friends loved, and I liked but I wasn’t in love with.
I gave up everything I ever wanted
because I loved others more.