i was 23 when i had my abortion. my fiance and i had been together for 6 years and had a beautiful 3 year old son. we had moved in together for the second time, after i spent 2 years at home with my parents because of financial reasons. we were living in our new place for about a year when i found out i was pregnant.

i was with the man i thought i would marry and we talked about having a child. i got pregnant, he shied away. i considered the possibility of being a single mother, but knew i wasn't in a position to do that financially or otherwise. there were protesters outside when i went to have my abortion.

i am 61 years old and had an abortion when i was a young woman. it was a legal abortion, performed in a clinic, and there were no complications.

i was 20 and part of a fundamentalist christian group that worked with underprivileged children in new york city. if i had told any of the leaders, i would have been sent back to my church and family in shame. that had happened to another young woman i knew – she was thrown out of the program, and sent back home – while the young man got a stern lecture but no consequences.

i had two abortions in my early twenties. one pregnancy resulted from a long-term relationship and birth control fail; one resulted from a fling and a lack of birth control. in both cases, the decision was right for me. i was a single mother, barely making ends meet, and i needed all of my energy and all of my income just to support the son i already had.

on new year's eve 2013 i found out i was pregnant. i knew i needed an abortion. the next day i was hit with all the emotions. i pictured what my life could be if i had this child. for a month, i went back and forth not knowing what to do. i was a mess. i read pregnancy books, i googled pictures of what the fetus looked like each week.