i was in my early 30s and in a relationship and we had been using condoms. i had not been on the pill but things can and do happen.

i started seeing a therapist again after my abortion. she tells me it’s ok to talk about this, but i know i’m not supposed to.

when i needed to decide whether to carry my third pregnancy full-term or have an abortion, i already had two sons and would have loved to try for a daughter. however a low back injury make it too dangerous to go full term. so, i decided on an abortion and had my fallopian tubes tied off at the same time.

it was something i needed to do at the time i did it.

the first 16 years of my life were something out of a lifetime channel movie; alcoholic, misogynist, abusive stepfather; enabling and psychologically damaged mother; and a spoiled, bratty, but obedient younger sister.

i've always been pretty proud of my relationship with my body. i listen to it, i love it, i touch it, i know it. at least until my nurse told me that i was pregnant.