when i was 29, i was in a relationship. i enjoyed the man’s company, and he enjoyed mine. even though i had a diaphragm, i didn’t put it in this one time. i ended up pregnant. as soon as i found out, i decided, as a single woman, i would have an abortion. the man i was dating reluctantly agreed to that. he accompanied me to the hospital. then he went and evidently got drunk at a nearby establishment. when i joined him later at a restaurant, he reached across the table and stuff money down my bra. i never felt so humiliated. i kept dating him for a while longer. when i brought up marriage, he told me that he would need to have his kids know jesus. he knew i was jewish, and he never made it sound as if his christianity meant that much to him. we decided to break up. i never looked back on that decision. and then when things started heating up in dc, my bff and i went on one the buses headed to dc to protest the bush, reagan, roberts court. we went three times in the late ’80s. i will never, ever be a hypocrite when it comes to a woman’s choice.