I got pregnant at the tender age of fifteen by a middle aged man that lied to impregnate me. I was attending one of the most prominent high schools in the city and was anticipating college in the future. We used protection the first few times, then he said that we didn't have to, because he was sterile from an accident at work.
I believed him fairly easily because, in my juvenile years, it had been my experience that no man wanted to intentionally make children. By the time I found out that I was expecting, I was already well into my pregnancy (about four months) and didn't know what to do. I was irate. I went back to him and asked for the money for an abortion. He didn't want me to terminate the pregnancy, so I knew that his whole motive was to turn this young girl into a mother well before her time. I felt duped.
I went to my parents and told them that I was raped because this man was someone that they knew. That, and the shame of it all-- I wanted to finish school, get a career, and find a husband that loves me, then build a family. He tried to intentionally sabotage my life, and I couldn't believe it.
In the end, his wife paid for the surgery, and I've heard of him doing this to a number of teenage girls since then. I have no recourse. I told lies to cover myself, but that did no good, because now it's years later, and everybody can tell anyway.
It's the most devastating thing ever done to me. I've become homeless, hopeless, and full of grief. To feel this low every day, and to know that he is perfectly fine somewhere in suburbia targeting little girls, is enough to drive me crazy. I lacked the guidance it took to stop him, but I would love to see him underneath somebody's penitentiary, suffering as I do, daily.