I had just moved to this new city, where I knew no one. I met him through work, a friend of a coworker. I hadn't planned on getting involved with anyone so soon - I wanted time to establish myself and enjoy friends. I remember thinking that I didn't want to sleep with him right away, but after a few drinks, that went out the window.

We started sleeping together on a regular basis, practically daily. Then he left town, back across the country where he was from. I knew he was leaving the whole time, and I was okay with that. But the day after he left, I realized I was late. I took 7 pregnancy tests. I didn't want to believe it. I remember calling my best friend, crying out the words, and hearing her start to cry. It was real, and I couldn't handle it. I called him, told him what was happening, and informed him of my decision not to continue the pregnancy. He got angry, telling me he had a right to make this decision as well, but I told him he had no choice, as he left me and he was the one who didn't want to use birth control on a regular basis.

The day of the actual procedure was like any other. The nurses were nice and helpful; no one said anything mean to me at all. I remember thinking I was going to cry the whole time, but I didn't cry a single tear. From the moment I found out I was pregnant, I knew what I was going to do, so I wasn't going to let myself feel any of it.

I never took this decision lightly, I never wanted to be in this situation, but it happened. I remember talking in my ethics course in college about abortion...I always had the opinion that I couldn't take a side until I was in the position to make such a decision. When I found myself pregnant, I was 22, alone, in a new city, away from family, and not making much money. For me, this decision was easy and never regretted for a single second.