I was 20 years old when my abortion happened. My boyfriend and I were in the early stages of our relationship, and we were also 180 miles apart.
When we found out I was pregnant, we knew right away that we did not have the capacity to handle a child, especially with me being in school and him dealing with some personal issues outside of this. So, at 5 weeks and 5 days, I went to the clinic nearby and took the abortion pill.
Nearly four years later, that boyfriend and I are now married, own a house, and have two pets. We will eventually welcome human children into the world, but we will renovate our house and [hopefully] advance our careers before we do so.
There are times we do look back at the abortion, but instead of feeling sad we feel grateful. We are grateful that option was available to us, because there was no way we could have asked our families to care for our child or put our child up for adoption. While we both agree why people are against abortion, we hope this option remains legal because no women should be told how to handle her body. We also hope we have daughters of our own, daughters who will hopefully have the same rights I do.