It was 1979, and I was 18 years old. I was working as a night shift waitress at a Pancake House in Pittsburgh, and my then-boyfriend worked there too, as a line cook in the kitchen.

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13 years ago I became pregnant while on the pill. My boyfriend at the time accused me of getting pregnant on purpose because we had been going through a rough patch and he even had the nerve to ask me if the baby was definitely his.

In 2000, I was a 32 year old, single mother of 12 year old and found out I was pregnant. I was scared and had little financial security. My parents were strict, fundamental, evangelical christians so there was NO support from them and I had placed a baby for adoption the year prior.

I had a baby before I was 18. I was unmarried and just could not face having an abortion, even though my close friend had one less than a year before I found out I was pregnant. When my baby was 9 months old, I found out I was pregnant again.

I would like to share a more normal story about the ability and right to have an abortion. It is one that for most women would be harder to tell.