I was 26 years old when I had my abortion. I was a single mom to a 3 year old and I had a full time job and my own place. I would have had no issues adding another child to my life.

It was one week before my 24th birthday when I found out that my diligent birth control efforts were fallible. The decision to not be pregnant by the time I turned 24 was one of the most straightforward I have ever made.

I waited for a long time to have sex, holding off many boyfriends, wanting to wait. I was in my 20s, and my relationship with my best friend was evolving into more, and it seemed like I had waited long enough and I might as well see what it was all about.

I was not ready to be a parent. At the age of 21, I was still in school and still trying to figure everything out. I still am trying to figure things out. Although sometimes I think about it, its hard to tell people about it.

It was the end of winter break when I learned I was pregnant: my first winter break since transferring into an extremely competitive college.

I had just had a baby in august. A beautiful baby girl. My pregnancy was far then smooth. I was in a abusive relationship and was homeless on and off. My daughter was born perfect though. I ended up getting pregnant again in December with the same abusive man.