...

I cry about it once a week...

I think about it everyday...

I regret it every second...

It wasn't my choice in the end. 

My voice was over powered by his. 

My tears didn't make a difference to anyone. 

How could I keep his baby when he already has a daughter with someone else?

He didn't stay with her so I'm positive he wouldn't have stayed with me. 

But I didn't have to kill it, someone out there would have loved my baby, adoption was always an option, an option he made me overlook. 

I hate myself for killing my baby, what if it was my Noah? or Chloe? it deserved to live. 

To be loved. 

" It'll just make us stronger. It'll be us in the end, just not right now".

That's what he promised, that's what made my decision bearable. 

Where is he now though? 

I did it because I thought he would stay. 

Look how wrong I was. 

I wish I could go back.

I wish more than anything that I kept my baby. 

I wish I never told him.