Two and a half years ago I fell pregnant. It wasn't planned. I would have loved to have kept it, but DH was really against it, and made it very clear that he didn't want another child. He said that ultimately the descision was up to me, but that if I didn't terminate, I would be forcing it on him. I eventually had a medical termination, but was in tears the whole time. Following this, I had a nervous breakdown, but came through the other side with my marriage and job intact, and have been getting on with my life. I don't think a single day goes past without me thinking about what I did, and it makes me so sad.
Just needed to write it out loud, as it were.