I was fifteen years old when I got pregnant, in my sophomore year of high school. Having a child at that point in my life would have meant no college, no future, no way of achieving my dreams, or any feasible way of achieving happiness by escaping my abusive home life. I would have been completely dependent on my unstable sixteen-year-old boyfriend (if he had stuck around) and my parents for a long time after the baby was born, a thought that I couldn't bear. I had the abortion without a second thought. I left the boy, moved far away from home, and paid my own way through undergrad in three years. This would have been impossible with a toddler in tow. I'm now 22 and in graduate school, and I have never for one second regretted my choice to have an abortion.
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