My life was all lollipops and rainbows, until I met him. He had this energy about him that drew me in, and at that moment I was hooked. I would spend every weekend traveling back and forth to his place, an hour and a half from mine. During the week, I was a typical college student, during the weekend, I was a toy. He had a way of justifying every horrible thing he did and said to me. And often spoke about wanting children. And he used his power of being in the military against me. He raped me, physically and emotionally abused me every day. Until one day, my instructor and my Aunt noticed the bruises on my arms, and urged me to leave. So I did. With help from everyone around me, I was able to let go, even fell in love with someone else. And I was happy. Then my world came crashing down around me. Happy was a feeling of the past. I’m pregnant? Who’s the father? I was in denial. But all in all, it was my baby. I had never believed in abortion. My supporters did. They told me that I couldn’t do it, I needed to finish college. He would come back with a vengeance. My mom even flew up to tell me to get an abortion. I was forced. For that, I will never forgive them. Now I’m left to pick up the pieces on my own. They didn’t have to deal with the aftermath, little did they know, what they thought was the “best” for me, turned into my biggest deficit. I finished college, barely. Got a good job. Made lots of money. Had everything going for me, yet, I was miserable. I’ll never get to hold my little baby. And as for the father, he eventually found out. And now it’s just a waiting game for what he’s plotting to do.