The minute the condom broke I knew I was going to get pregnant.

I was a 20 year old junior in college and had gotten pregnant on a Spring Break trip with my boyfriend. There was no way we could take care of a child at that point in our lives.

I had an abortion almost four years ago, on April 1, 2011. I remember everything about that day. It was the worst day of my life and not a single day has gone by that I haven't thought about my baby, yet I know I made the right decision.

I've had two abortions in my life, both with the same partner, my now-husband. Sometimes that feels ironic, and strangely lucky at the same time.

When I was in my early 20s, I was in a relationship which had gone sour and was becoming emotionally abusive. It started out wonderfully, but mean people can't hide their true selves for long.

I was 29. I always wanted to be a mom. I had done everything "right."