13 years ago I became pregnant while on the pill. My boyfriend at the time accused me of getting pregnant on purpose because we had been going through a rough patch and he even had the nerve to ask me if the baby was definitely his.

I had not gotten pregnant on purpose, after all I was on the pill. While it was not a hard decision at the time because I just knew that it was the right thing to do, I have been dealing with the aftermath of it ever since. I often think about how it would be if I had had the baby; I think to myself – my child would have been — years old this year; I wonder what s/he would have looked like; I wonder if I will ever get the chance to have another child again or am I being punished because I had an abortion… The holidays are especially difficult because the baby was due in the middle of December… April 20th is difficult because that is the day I had the procedure done. 13 years later I still dwell and think about it. I don’t think it is something that one would ever get over, but time does heal all wounds. At least I hope it does.