It was either him or the baby.
The night I found out I was pregnant I was over the moon, until I told him.He sat on the bed and just stared at the tele completely ignoring what I just told him. The next few weeks and days where incredibly painful, he spent them convincing me we couldn't keep it that we where too young. Even telling his friends and getting them to do the same.
He finally got his way when **it was either him or the baby.** Something broke inside me that day, I don't think I'll ever get over it. There are days when it gets a little easier but then there's the days when I can't even bring myself to get up in the mornings.
That day ended our relationship and my world all at once. I let myself down and my unborn baby down the day I picked him. I think about it everyday and imagine what my baby would be like now nearly a year and a half on. I can only pray that one day it will get easier. The only advice I can give is that no one no matter how much you love them is worth sacrificing your longterm happiness for, in the hope that you can work through it. No one should be pressured into an abortion.