the night of my 21st birthday was the most careless night of my life, but not like most careless 21 year olds. that was the night i got pregnant, with my 3rd child.

23. first college graduate of my family. loving and caring boyfriend. ready for the future ahead of me when birth control failed and i found myself pregnant.

i'm married to my high school sweetheart for just under 15 years and have an almost 7 year old. we didn't want more children, much to our family's shock and disapproval.

oddly enough, a couple of days ago i had my first (and sincerely hope to be the last) abortion. i never once in my life thought that i would undergo this procedure. i thought the chances for me getting accidentally pregnant were lower than the chances for a zombie apocalypse.

i just couldn't keep her. it was a one night stand with an ex, he didn't want anything to do with me as soon as i told him. i tried to work out how to move out and raise a baby at the same time but i couldn't make it work.

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