My boyfriend knew I was pregnant before I did. When it was confirmed, we were excited, but immediately knew we could not financially support a child. I closed my eyes and knew I would have to abort. I was glad to be in New York, I had a friend that went through it, and I just followed her instructions. During the preparation, I bled and I cried and I curled up in fetal position, thinking of our unborn child doing the same thing in me. I knew I would never meet Baby, but I wanted to. At least to explain why. I kept it from my parents and I try not to remember any of it. But sometimes sex feels pointless. If we're not having a kid, why are we doing it? Perhaps it will never feel the same anymore...