Abortion, adoption, who are you to tell me what to do with my body?

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I haven't been on mylot very long but people discussing abortion and adoption are driving me nuts!!! I am 21 years old. At 17 I graduated high school and started college. I was no longer allowed to live with my parents, so I moved in with my new boyfriend, David. Who was extremely abusive. Mentally, physically, sexually. At first I had no where to go so I stayed with him. Then he had worn me down so much i thought no one would want me, that I was nothing without him. By this time he had quit his job and I was supporting both of us. I was 18 he was 24. I had since dropped out of college because my boyfriend was afraid I would meet other guys there and to keep from being beat I complied. The summer after I turned 18 I ended up pregnant with his baby. Life was horrible with him and I was not going to bring a baby into that. So I had an abortion. I still feel guilty about it, but I do not regret it. I did not tell David as I knew he would be angry and I just told him I miscarried. There were many other nights where he would force himself on me and the next day I would be late to work and go get the morning after pill. I was prescribed birth control several times but if David found it he would be furious. I think he saw getting me pregnant as a way to keep me from ever leaving him. The following december I ended up pregnant again. I did not want to have another abortion. The first time David beat me up while I was pregnant I knew I had to leave him because he would abuse our baby. I had no where to go, no friends, no family to count on, and so I called my first kiss in high school. His family had always been comfortable and he was a real nice guy so I told him what was going on and while David was in jail (again) he helped me get a new apartment. I started bleeding whenever I stood up for any period of time and my doctor told me I had pre-eclympsia, and that I ran the risk of miscarrying and/or having a stoke. I was on complete bedrest. I could no longer support myself. I could not continue working, and as I was already having a hard time making ends meet I had no money saved up. I did get on foodstamps and had my medical paid for, but could not get housing assistance right away. Oh and David was out of jail and making threats on my life to everyone I knew for leaving him. He was not giving me any support. I truly I had no options at this point. At 5 months pregnant I contacted an adoption agency. They moved me into their housing and provided me with all of the things I needed. I matched with an adoptive family that I had not yet met and had agreed to place me son with them. I had named my son, but this family also wanted to name their son. I was very lucky because the adoptive mother and I bonded and became close friends. We decided to pick the baby's name together, her first and my middle. Not only the mother, but the father and their other children and some extended family and I met before the birth. The mother and I visited a lot and grew closer as friends. At the birth I had them in the delivery room and the father cut the baby's umbilical cord. We stayed in a two room suite for a few days after the baby was born so we could all spend time together and with the baby. I had already signed away my rights as my son's mother. I was legally a stranger to him now. He is now 22 months old and is thriving with his adoptive family. His mother and I still talk a LOT and we visit whenever we can find the time. My son knows my name and his mother tells him I love him and that he is adopted, hopefully he will never feel his life is a lie. A high percent of adopted children do have emotional problems, and we hope to avoid that by ensuring him that he was never unwanted or unloved. I am satisfied knowing that he has a loving family. It has taken me a long time to be okay with my decision to place him. It was the worst thing I had ever been through. I honestly could not place another child and survive with any sanity left. I am glad I gave my son the opportunity to have a good life. I do not regret the abortion I had had previously. His adoptive family and I have of course had our ups and downs as any relationship will have. I would have another abortion before I EVER placed another child for adoption. And I have that right thanks to the United States Supreme Court. And no one on here has the right to stop me, the only right you have is to talk bad about my decisions but until you are willing to help all the pregnant women who are unable to provide for their children then you should just shut up.