I had just turned 23 when I realized I was pregnant. I hadn’t even been with my boyfriend for a year yet and things were already rocky. I made the decision to have my abortion because I was 23 living at home, still in college and with a guy I knew wasn’t ready to be a father and would leave me to do everything myself. I had a plan for myself, go to school, graduate, get a job, get married then have kids. “The right way” but there is no right way…life happens and choosing abortion or choosing life are both equally hard decisions. There’s not a day I don’t think about what could’ve been but I don’t regret my decision. I have come a long way and know that everything I’m working hard towards will allow my baby when the time is right to have everything he/she will ever need.