I led a bitter and hateful life for years, but hey it was MY CHOICE. I almost lost the man I married because I was so convinced that I WAS ABOVE IT ALL and ME, ME ME. We married and there was no way in heck i was every gonna have kids, not me, no way. We finally had our first child in 1988, I was 31, and I soon understood what I had really and truly done. It was devastating to me, this GIFT FROM GOD was proof of his GRACE and his total LOVE for me, and I didn't deserve it, not after what I had done. I know now that with my repentence he has forgiven. But for years I was a fool, I was self centered.
My son is now going on 15 and heading for those same temptations and now I struggle whether to tell him or not. This is something that my husband and I will have to talk about, he knows but whether to tell our children or not is the next struggle we have.
know this may be too much info, but I just want to give my testimony of what so many others are probably going to encounter if they make that decision. It may not effect them the day after or a month later, or a year later, but IT will come back to haunt sooner or later, and if not that I believe is very rare. Because even in my ME WORLD, I NEVER FORGOT.
> I would reccomend that you not tell your son. He may see you in a very different light that may not enhance your relationship with him at all. He may see you as a killer, or he may resent not having an older sibling.
The most important point is that you should not tell him if, in fact, you are doing it to make yourself feel better, to absolve your own sin. Confessing to others out of a sense of "liberal" "honesty" can be very cruel to the recipient of such. Beware.
No, no, no -- please. You will only be putting a burden on your son. He has no right to that information. That is private & personal information between you and your husband. Your son would never look at you in the same way. Please don't tell him. Keep it as your own personal burden.
Here are some relevant posts backing up what many posters on this thread have stated: that YES, MOST women DO regret having abortions. Some don't, true. But MOST do. And no, the argument that "I didn't regret it or I wouldn't have done it" simply doesn't wash. You cannot regret something not yet done.
"Women's Health after Abortion: The Medical and Psychological Evidence"
Death of a Baby, Birth of Despair
Is God Punishing Me for My Abortion?
(Excellent quote from this one here:)
A woman is created to be a nurturer and a caregiver. When she aborts a child, regardless of the circumstances, she is acting in a way that violates her nature as a woman. Rationalizing her actions does nothing to change that fact. It is only a band-aid placed over a gaping wound.
Women to speak of abortion regret
Groups Support Those Who Regret Abortions
I also think this thread offers interesting insight into the pro-death cult, even though it's SARCASM. Personally, I think it speaks volumes about some of the posters on this thread.
Abortion is wonderful. Abortion is the answer.
Abortion is the greatest act of selfishness? So What? SOMETHING has to be the greatest act of selfishness.
That brought tears to my eyes. I would love to give you a great big hug right now. That must have been devastating.
I have always wanted children and could never have brought myself to have an abortion no matter what situation I had been in. I would have at least opted to give any child I conceived and couldn't raise up for adoption, even if it tore my heart out.
And THAT is why I didn't enage in casual sex. Because even though abortion was legal and could be gotten anonymously, I knew *I* could never do it and that to give a baby up would be almost as devastating. And because I knew I wanted - no, *needed* -- true love and emotional security, not just sex. And there was no one around who could give that to me until I met Cyrano at age 20.
I sure love Ezekiel 16... the worthless child rescued and nurtured and loved still turns from her savior God and sacrifices her children to her idols. (The idol of Convenience nowadays, although in the past it was an actual stone or wooden image). The true picture of love, and the truth about how we often repay it.