I am standing in the bathroom, staring down at the pregnancy test with tear running down my face. It's positive. We didn't plan this. We wanted to wait a little longer, but now I am pregnant and all the memories come flooding back. The memories from my last relationship. How he hit me when I told him that I was pregnant. How he forced me to abort the baby, which I then did and still regret. How he screamed at me for crying over it. You, my boyfriend, are sitting in the living room, oblivious to the fact that I took a pregnancy test. I know that I need to tell you, but I am unbelievably scared.