I was in my last year of university when I got pregnant with my boyfriend at the time. He and I were already sort of falling apart. He was three years younger than me.

I wish I could tell everyone my story without enduring judgment, but the sad fact remains that few people seem capable or willing to try to understand this situation and they react with irrational emotion rather than empathy and thus no productive discourse can happen.

I am a single mother of two children. When I was pregnant with my first, I knew I could do it - all alone. And I did. No problem.

I had an abortion when I was in college in the early 1990's. At that age, many people are careless sexually, and I was one of them.

Although I am not "proud" that I have had two abortions, I am extremely happy that they were legal, my decision, and somewhat affordable. My first was an accident...the condom broke.

I was seventeen years old and in an abusive relationship with a man who was twenty-five, enough said there! I got pregnant and thought to myself, I don't want to be tied to him for the next eighteen years and I also don't have any business trying to raise a child.