My abortion wasn’t a magical key that set me free from the abusive relationship – It would take me one more year. However, my abortion was my first taste at freedom – it was the first time I held my head up and looked him right in the eye, confronting him. I chose freedom.
I wasn't sure about sharing my story, but now I feel like I have no choice. Just like all women in Missouri are about to have no choice.
When I was 16, I was told by a doctor that I would never get pregnant. When I was 23 years old, I had left college with no degree, bummed around a few communes with disastrous results, and was back at home trying to make sense out of my life.