I thought the guy was nice at first, but to cut to the chase, after moving in for a few months with him he had become so increasingly jealous and possessive that I was at the point where I was pretty much a prisoner in my own home in a domestic violence situation.

The woman who held my hand while the procedure was happening was the first person to be nice to me since I'd found out I was pregnant.

Era madre de dos en ese momento. Tenía un poco más de 30 y vivía en Canadá.

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 was 15 when I found out I was pregnant. I couldn't understand it, how the hell could this have happened to me?