I was 22 when I started dating my current boyfriend. We quickly fell in love with each other and became inseparable. Because of our close connection, I trusted the pull out method when we had sex. It wasn't more than 3 months since we'd been having sex when I became pregnant, but I didn't find out until almost 2 months (7 weeks to be precise) later.

I’ve been dreading today nearly as much as I’m fearing tomorrow.

I was 18 when I had an abortion. It was the hardest choice I've ever made.

I have been in a relationship with my boyfriend for five years. I am very blessed to have such a wonderful partner; he's sweet, he moved out of state with me for work, he supports (most things) I do and he loves me. For these reasons, I know one day, I want to have a baby with him.

I have had two abortions. I had my first abortion when I was twenty-three. I was employed, saving to travel the world, and madly in love. Unfortunately he was on the other side of the world that I wanted to travel to and a very bad letter writer.