We found out she was pregnant in December, and we were happy. Scared, but happy. And from then on we changed - mentally and emotionally. I knew that I wasn't ready for this baby, and I had mentioned abortion to her. She was completely against it.

A few weeks went by, and she started feeling more sick and more tired. And then everything hit rock bottom. She came to me and told me that she was at the doctor's all day having tests done and that she had lost the baby. Then she ended things with us. A lot to swallow in one day, huh?

Later that night she called me and said that she needed to tell me something. She said that she lied to me and that she never lost the baby. Her reason for lying was that she didn't want the baby and she wasn't going to adopt, so abortion was her only way out. This news made me feel worse and more sick to my stomach than losing the baby altogether.

For the past few weeks my life has revolved around drinking away my pain (literally every day), and every now and then I have thoughts of suicide, thinking that it will be the only way out of this mess. I don't know how to tell her what I need to tell her because I don't want to sound selfish. I told her that if she's not willing to keep this baby, then give it to me; I will take care of it, because no doctor or what have you or any other legal figure will care about what I want with my child.

If this abortion does go full circle, then I guarantee that I will do everything in my power to eliminate the ability to abort children, infants, sons, and daughters. And my opinion on those who support abortion is that I believe they represent everything that is selfish and unjust.

The date is Wednesday, March 1; and it is 12:15 PM. Her abortion date is Friday, March 3, sometime in the morning. Every night I pray for this not to happen, but it is completely out of my hands now.

-- Tom