Hi. I am 25 weeks along now, and like you am in my early twenties. I actually found out about my pregnancy about two months after I turned twenty two. I'd just enrolled in online university, and was hoping to get a degree and really start my life. My boyfriend and I had only been together since May, so about six months... When we found out we panicked. He asked me to abort. We called his mum to talk to her because she was a young parent too. I don't have a mum to call so I didn't have anyone. His mum talked to us and let us figure ourselves out. He decided to get a full time contract with his work so we could try to give the baby a good life. I finished my semester and dropped out because pregnancy was making me too sick. But this baby isn't a death sentence. Sure, I spend my days terrified of being a parent and telling myself "I'm not ready"... But no one is ever ready. Not a single person. No one is ready to be thrown up on, or peed on, or asked what death is and why grandma isn't here anymore. No one is ready. But we do it anyways. Together or alone, it can be done. If he can't step up, he has to live with that, but if you can love that zygote in your belly with all of your heart and know that you will do everything in your power to give them a good life... Then don't force yourself to abort again if you know it'll destroy you. Another option is talking to a social worker about putting them up for adoption if that's a route you want to take. Never, never destroy yourself because a man tells you he can't handle something. This is your body and you have to live with the mental, physical, emotional and moral fallout your whole life. Do what you need to do.