I was thirteen years old, and I lost my virginity to a 23-year-old man I felt like I knew well. A friend of the family.
The first time, he wore a condom because I asked him to. But in between the first time and the next (and all the times after that), he’d lamented that he didn’t even think he was capable of having children ever. He even cried about it. He never wore a condom the several times we secretly had sex after that.
Within a few weeks of losing my virginity, I was pregnant.
Just barely fourteen, my mother took me to have the abortion.
Today, I’m 32 and pregnant with my first child, due in a month and a half. My husband and I are very excited. I feel so happy, secure, and ready.