two years ago my vacation was wonderful. i had the time of my life seeing ireland and experiencing everything it had to offer. i met someone in an irish haze one night at the after hours club. he was nice, and handsome, and i left the country without any regrets. knowing i had a good time, just not knowing how good of a time i had had. a month later i realized i came home with more than just souvenirs and memories. i came home pregnant. i don’t really remember whether we attempted to use a condom, in fact, if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, i don’t even remember his last name. when i found out the first thing that came to mind were all the things i wouldn’t be able to do. my career was starting, i was 22, and i had way too many more vacations to take. there was no other choice for me. i could barely take care of myself, that was clear. i was too selfish to start a family, especially as a single mother. so i went to have an abortion. the clinic i went to was wonderful, they made me feel powerful, strong even. if i could do it all over again i wouldn’t change a thing. well, except maybe using a condom, i think its safe to say that wouldn’t have been an awful idea. but having to make the difficult choice made me stronger. i made the right choice for me and my unborn child.