At 23, with two little children, I was finally on the path to getting on my feet. I had left my occasionally abusive husband and was going to college. I figured three more years of welfare and food stamps and I would be self supporting if I stuck with my college plan. My husband came back to see me and we tried to see if we could make it work again. He left us again, after six months. I was pregnant and knew that I couldn’t handle another baby on my own. It was taking all my strength to take care of the two I already had. So I had an abortion. Saddest day of my life. But I did stick with school, graduated, and have never been on public assistance again. My children turned out great, by the way!