At 19, I found myself pregnant, after a drunk night where I was positive my 27 year old boyfriend of 3 months had assured me he was wearing a condom. He was not. At first I denied reality. Things like this didn't happen to girls like me.

I was in my 20s, young and married for the second time. I had four children. One had been kidnapped by my first husband, one had suffered devastating encephalitis from a vaccine reaction and was in a permanent vegetative state. My husband and I both had jobs, but minimum wage doesn't stretch far when you have kids in day care.

I was married with two beautiful young children. My marriage was tragically ended when my husband burned down our house and himself.

I was 23 and I had just broken up with my jealous and controlling boyfriend. A couple weeks later I found out I was pregnant. I had no idea what to do, I told my ex boyfriend who told me there was no way it was his because I was clearly sleeping around and cheating on him.

Its not a memory I used to be able to share, but I have realized how necessary it is to accept who one is. I was 15, and my boyfriend was 16. I was raised in a strict Christian household, to the degree that sex and even more, contraception, was not a conversation in our household.

I received a safe and legal abortion when an unplanned pregnancy followed not long after the birth of my second child. Because I was treated with respect and care, and because the choice to end the pregnancy fit with my life plan and my core values, the event was not traumatic.