Two years ago my vacation was wonderful. I had the time of my life seeing Ireland and experiencing everything it had to offer. I met someone in an Irish haze one night at the after hours club. He was nice, and handsome, and I left the country without any regrets. Knowing I had a good time, just not knowing how good of a time I had had. A month later I realized I came home with more than just souvenirs and memories. I came home pregnant. I don’t really remember whether we attempted to use a condom, in fact, if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, I don’t even remember his last name. When I found out the first thing that came to mind were all the things I wouldn’t be able to do. My career was starting, I was 22, and I had way too many more vacations to take. There was no other choice for me. I could barely take care of myself, that was clear. I was too selfish to start a family, especially as a single mother. So I went to have an abortion. The clinic I went to was wonderful, they made me feel powerful, strong even. If I could do it all over again I wouldn’t change a thing. Well, except maybe using a condom, I think its safe to say that wouldn’t have been an awful idea. But having to make the difficult choice made me stronger. I made the right choice for me and my unborn child.