I've had two abortions in my life, both with the same partner, my now-husband. Sometimes that feels ironic, and strangely lucky at the same time.

When I was in my early 20s, I was in a relationship which had gone sour and was becoming emotionally abusive. It started out wonderfully, but mean people can't hide their true selves for long.

I was 29. I always wanted to be a mom. I had done everything "right."

Despite using birth control, I discovered I was pregnant at the age of 20. There was no thinking in my decision, my automatic response was to terminate.

I was twenty one years old. It was 1973. I was engaged to be married the summer after I graduated. I was attending a baptist university, getting ready to do my student teaching.

I was 20 years old when my abortion happened. My boyfriend and I were in the early stages of our relationship, and we were also 180 miles apart.