I got pregnant at 16 and had my son at 17. My daughter was born in 2005, and just three months later, I got pregnant again before I could get my tubes tied. This time, the father was not my high school sweetheart and the father of my first two children, but a man 17 years older than me.

Facing financial struggles and eviction, the best decision I could make was to give my third child up for adoption to a loving family who didn’t have children. I almost considered an abortion, but thank God I didn’t have the money for it. I was scared and overwhelmed because I was barely managing with the two kids I already had.

I miss him so much to this day. I occasionally talk to the adoptive family, but I choose not to do it often because it saddens me to know they get to hear him laugh and play with my son.

The day I went to get an abortion, a homeless man stood outside the clinic holding a sign that asked, “If Jesus wouldn’t kill a child, why would you?” I knew it was a sign from God.

I am completely against abortion and believe I made the right decision. However, I struggle with whether I’m doing the right thing by not telling the father that our son is alive and was put up for adoption. He has two daughters and already has a lot of child support being taken out, leaving him financially strained.

He’s such a wonderful person, and I haven’t spoken to him in a year and a half. I feel so guilty because he always wanted a son, and he has one without knowing it.