Gratefully, my choice to have an abortion was legal and supported by the health care system where I lived. My doctor was a trained gynecologist not some quack with a dirty scalpal. Another time and place and I would not have been so lucky.
I was in college and my boyfriend at the time refused to marry me and insisted he did not want children--EVER. What kind of father would that be? What child wants to hear his or her daddy doesn't want him or her?
At first, I was very sad and ashamed. I was afraid my friends and family would judge me for my decision. But over time, the more people I told, the more support I got and I learned to accept the truth--that I had made the right decision for me at that time.