We get letters like this one quite a bit. It may be surprising in a world where liberal feminists try to make everyone believe that there IS no shame or regret in having an abortion – that women should get freaking t-shirts after getting them or something.
But that shame and regret is real. And this is a real letter from a real woman who experiences that regret (she asked to remain anonymous should we choose to share her story):
I wanted to share my story with you in the hopes that maybe it will help somebody. Maybe my years of pain and shame will do some good. I am a woman betrayed. Abortion as a quick fix no muss no fuss my choice my body it's only a medical procedure is a LIE.
I want to be clear up front. No matter how it sounds I blame no one but myself. I am the one who picked up the millstone and hung it around my neck. I was 18 and getting ready to start college, with a boyfriend who didn't care enough to stand up for me and a family who laid a giant guilt trip on me that it would break my father's heart. The decision was pretty much made for me and I didn't resist. I don't remember much about the day of the procedure except being scared and alone. That evening all my friends and family members deserted me and I was left to deal with the loss and pain alone. So I buried it. It is a burden I carry to this day, thirty two years later. But I have a deep dark secret. A second millstone, a secret so deep and dark no one knows about it except the uncaring boyfriend who gave me no choice (yes the same one, I was that dumb) and the doctor who treated me like dog waste. The doctor who as he was snapping his gloves on asked if I had never heard of birth control. I wanted desperately to explain that I had only missed a couple of pills but I said nothing and endured his shaming. I felt I deserved it. I can hear his voice now like it was yesterday. It haunts me.
Two millstones. Two lives I ended because I was not courageous enough to stand up for myself. And now I carry the weight of that guilt and shame every day. Every single day. Some nights I still cry myself to sleep. I know Jesus died to free us from guilt and sin and I know I am forgiven but I still seem to take up those millstones again every day. Not a day goes by that I don't think about those two days of my life and those two lives, how old they would be now, and on and on. And yet, in the midst of the pain, I have hope. The hope that through a life given over to Jesus Christ I will one day see those two precious children and hold them in my arms and be able to kiss them and say I love you and I'm sorry. That hope sustains me.
I am mightily blessed with a husband and adopted children now. I was not able to have biological children but my kids are my life now. I couldn't ask for more.
Please share this if you think it will help even one person. Abortion is a lie and a betrayal to women. A millstone to hang around their necks.
Yep. We get letters like this quite a bit. And if you're the one person that it helped, it was just worth sharing.