I had an abortion at 18. I was neither emotionally, physically, or financially capable of raising a child.
I drank and did drugs. I terminated a couple of other pregnancies before I was 25. It was stupid to get pregnant because I knew all about family planning. I had NO regrets; I could barely care for myself…how could I care for someone else? someone so needy?
At 29, married and sober, my son D was born. He just graduated from college, Magna Cum Laude, Presidential Scholar, and Phi Beta Kappa. I raised the best child I could because I was finally in a place to be the best mother I could possibly be.
My only regret is forgetting to use adequate birth control.