My dad told me and my sisters that if any one of us got pregnant, don’t bother coming home. I got pregnant at 18 years old, in college while using an diaphragm.

I thought I was being responsible. By the time I realized I was pregnant, my “boyfriend” was sleeping with my roommate. I found an abortion clinic and scheduled the procedure without any doubt. A close friend was to drive me there, but the night before she said that she couldn’t take me and that I should have the baby. I called another friend who without hesitation came and drove me and stayed with me the next day. I have never once regretted my decision. That was 37 years ago and I now have 3 daughters who know that they can always come home.