i had an abortion at 18. i was neither emotionally, physically, or financially capable of raising a child.

i drank and did drugs. i terminated a couple of other pregnancies before i was 25. it was stupid to get pregnant because i knew all about family planning. i had no regrets; i could barely care for myself…how could i care for someone else? someone so needy?

at 29, married and sober, my son d was born. he just graduated from college, magna cum laude, presidential scholar, and phi beta kappa. i raised the best child i could because i was finally in a place to be the best mother i could possibly be.

my only regret is forgetting to use adequate birth control.