Abortion Essay

My mother came out of the bathroom holding the test.   “It’s not just blue, it’s bright blue,” she yelled angrily.   I had already known I was pregnant but hadn’t had the heart to tell her.   She had figured it out herself when she hadn’t had to buy the usual monthly supply of feminine hygiene products.
Teen pregnancy is a common occurrence, and yes it can happen to you.   People seem to have an idea of the stereotypical teen that becomes pregnant; uneducated, low-income, or promiscuous.   I, however, was attending a very good school.   I was raised in a middle class family, was an active member of my church youth group, and had been dating the same boy for almost a year.   I had been through sex education classes and was well aware of my risks.   We had always used a condom during intercourse, but I was not taking birth control pills.  
After I found out I was pregnant, I told my boyfriend the news.   Thoughts such as, “should I keep the baby, should I have an abortion, or should I give the baby up for adoption?” raced through my mind as I awaited his reaction.   He was shocked and incredibly disappointed with our current “situation”.   The look on his face was as if the whole world had coming crashing down around him.   He asked if he could speak with his parents and get their advice.   Both of his parents were absolutely appalled.   They were an upper class family and could not have this sort of “scandal”.   Their advice to him was to give me money for an abortion and to end our relationship.  
After telling my boyfriend, it was time to sit down and talk with my mother. My mother was completely unsupportive.   She was more concerned with how it would look to her fiancée and her friends if the news of the pregnancy got out.   “We’re Catholic for God’s sake,” she said.   My mother was striving very hard to move up in the world.   She gave me the choice to either have an abortion or move out of her home.   I was only sixteen and had no where to go, so it appeared as if my choice...