i was 17 at the time and my birthday was a month away when i found out that i was pregnant. me and my boyfriend had been together for a little over a year so he tried to be there for me.

i was drunk with a group of who i thought were my friends. i followed him to the room to talk, and things went further than i wanted.

i had an abortion when i was 18. the man who would later become my husband and had gotten me pregnant. we were young and not always as careful as we should have been.

the minute i had my daughter, i knew that the two abortions i had had previously
(1 at age 17, 1 at age 26) were absolutely the right choice for me.

i had my first abortion when i was 16 after getting involved with a divorced neighbor i had babysat for who was 16 years older than me.