I was 27 and had been married for eight years, and separated for four months.

I gave birth to my second child, a son, when I was 20 years old. Promptly following the 6 week check up, I went on oral birth control.

It was my first semester of college and a hookup. We had sex one time and that was all it took. My period usually arrives right on the dot, so when I was two weeks late I knew I was pregnant.

I was 18, and I was 6 weeks. I chose a medical abortion. My heart begged me not to do it, but my life at the time wasn't together.

I grew up in a roundly abusive house where everyone tiptoed around my father. Being strong-willed and independent, we clashed often; consequently, I left home at thirteen by "running away."