i grew up in a home surrounded by mental illness. i knew i didn't have the skills or the gene pool for parenthood, but i got married to a manipulative man and we got pregnant twice.

i was in college when i found out i was pregnant. emotional broken and depressed over a breakup with my boyfriend i sought out a new guy as quickly as i could.

i was 19 and sophomore in college when i got pregnant. i had only been with my boyfriend for a few months, and i couldn't see him as a father.

i'd always known i was not mother material. i would be the woman you see yelling at her child. the one that you wonder why she ever had a kid.

i was 23 years old. roe vs wade had just passed. i was pregnant and could not disgrace my parents. i am not sorry.

i got pregnant while living in guatemala as a volunteer teacher. my mayan boyfriend was not a suitable life partner for me, and had once told me he was anti-abortion and that if i was ever in a situation where i wanted one i shouldn't tell him--so i didn't.