I was sixteen when I got pregnant by a guy I truly loved. Id been seeing James for a year, and then it happened I was expecting. James was my classmate. We were absolutely terrified when we found out, so we didnt breathe a word to our parents. But when my folks eventually discovered the truth, they were furious.
Our family was known for being quite proper, you know? I was the only daughter and always had excellent grades at school. Both James and I were still underage, so our parents stepped in and made decisions for us.
The two of us were doing really well academically, and so, our mums and dads had big dreams for us to get into good universities, graduate, and land proper careers. Having a baby at that time would have completely thrown a spanner in the works.
Thats why my mum forced me to get an abortion. There was still time to do it, so I went through with it. Everything went as planned medically.
Afterwards, James and I slowly got back to our normal routines. We kept seeing each other, finished school, went off to university, and tied the knot a year later. My parents didnt interfere anymore. Not long after, I fell pregnant again and this time, everyone was genuinely over the moon.
Unfortunately, when I was six months along, I started bleeding. Our baby boy was born far too early, weighing just a tiny bit over three pounds. He passed away three hours after birth.
There were serious complications. Doctors couldnt stop the haemorrhage, so they had to remove my womb. I could never have children again. Mum came to see me in hospital and broke down, apologising for forcing the abortion years ago. But, you know, that didnt make things any better.
The past cant be undone and you cant fix choices once theyre made. Now, its impossible for me to ever become a mother or have children of my own. I honestly dont know if James and I will hold onto our marriage or ever truly be happy together. After all, children mean so much to building a family in England, dont they?
