the minute the condom broke i knew i was going to get pregnant.

i was a 20 year old junior in college and had gotten pregnant on a spring break trip with my boyfriend. there was no way we could take care of a child at that point in our lives.

i had an abortion almost four years ago, on april 1, 2011. i remember everything about that day. it was the worst day of my life and not a single day has gone by that i haven't thought about my baby, yet i know i made the right decision.

i've had two abortions in my life, both with the same partner, my now-husband. sometimes that feels ironic, and strangely lucky at the same time.

when i was in my early 20s, i was in a relationship which had gone sour and was becoming emotionally abusive. it started out wonderfully, but mean people can't hide their true selves for long.

i was 29. i always wanted to be a mom. i had done everything "right."