This story is published at Shout Your Abortion.
In my 20s, I drank too much. I had unprotected sex during one of those nights, got pregnant, knew I would be unable to care for a baby, and had an abortion.
Several years later, I was in a committed relationship, and the condom broke. I got pregnant, knew I wouldn’t be able to care for a baby, and had an abortion.
Fast forward a decade plus, and I gave birth to a beautiful boy who is now a young man.
For my first abortion, I was glad I was able to make a mistake that would not impact me for decades.
For my second abortion, I was glad that being one of the .3% for whom a condom breaks would not impact me for decades.
I was able to start and grow my career, meet my husband, and start a family on a timeline that I chose.
