i was 18 years old and in a mentally abusive relationship with a boy i had been on and off with for 2 years. 4 days after graduating from high school we had unprotected sex and 5 weeks later that little stick showed up with those two little lines.

my story is really a story of beginnings. i had just met the most amazing man. the man of my dreams. we were 2 peas in a pod. in fact, i liked him so much i didn't have sex with him for weeks. well lo and behold the first time out of the gates and apparently we got knocked up.

when i was 22, i got involved with an older man who was separated from his wife (living separately as well). within 2 months, he asked me to marry him, be the mother of his children, and wanted us to live together so we got an apartment just over the border in new hampshire.

i am 67, and very grateful that my reproductive years coincided with availability of birth control and legal abortion. my husband and i tried to have a baby in our early 30's. instead we had two miscarriages. i was fortunate that i could have d&c's in a hospital to safely clean out the remains of the miscarriages.