It was 5 years ago. I was single, working two jobs, and trying to stay on top of my mountain of student loan debt. Birth control was not on my mind at that point because I worked all the time and I didn’t have a steady boyfriend let alone time to date.

One night I was out with some friends having a few drinks and ran into an old friend I hadn’t seen in years. We chatted and caught up until the sun came up and decided to get together the following week. We did, we went out and had a great time and one thing led to another. We did the same the following week.

We were both busy people and I didn’t notice I had missed my period until a few days before my best friends wedding. I immediately went to the drug store and bought a test. Positive. It felt surreal and I was in denial after that first test. So I went back to the store and bought two more. Both positive. Hyperventilaton set in and I was unsure where to go at this point. I called my roommate and cried to her that I could not be a mother. She said she would support me no matter what I did. She urged me to contact the father. I did and he was just as freaked out as I was. He asked me what I wanted to do. I told him and he agreed with me 100%. We were never a couple. Just a fling. He met me at the clinic the following week. He paid for half the procedure. I thanked him for being supportive. We hugged and I have not seen nor heard from him since. I am not surprised because I never contacted him either.
I do not regret for one second the choice WE made. I say WE because it was as much my choice as it was his.