somehow, i feel that my story, my choice, was selfish in comparison to what i have read so far. i was 20 when i found out i was pregnant, and in a very loving relationship with the man i had been living with for about a year and a half. we dreamed of getting married and starting a family one day, but we both knew this wasn’t the time. we briefly talked it over, set up an appointment at a clinic near us. it was recommended by an older, male friend who said they were very nice and made his friend feel very comfortable. i was actually asked to come back because it was too early (5 weeks) and the doctor wouldn’t do the d&c. i’m glad. the second doctor was much nicer. at 6 weeks, i went back and had my abortion. there isn’t a day that goes by that i am not divided between thinking it was the right choice and wishing i had made another. on the one hand – the relationship ended just shy of our 4 year anniversary, so i’d be left to raise the child alone. it would also have prevented me from moving to california for graduate school. on the other, i would have very much loved to see and hold his child. in the end though, i am so grateful for having the ability to choose, even if only half of me is at peace with the choice i made.