when i was fifteen, i had my first real "boyfriend," or so i thought. this man (he was 20) was homeless, so he stayed at my house.

i'm not ashamed. i am happy with my decision. i was 25. married mother of 2. i had had an m/c 2 years earlier which had made me really sad. my husband and i had hit a rough spot financially.

i was living with my boyfriend, the drug dealer. he hated me using a diaphragm as i would have to stop the action to go and put it in; he didn't like to wait.

it was wednesday 6th of may 2015 that i found out i was pregnant- shock, nervousness and fear consumed me.

i had an abortion a few months ago, at 36. i'd only been seeing the father for a few months when i got pregnant.