At 17 I became pregnant after the 3rd time I had sex. It was awful, I felt so alone and the worst part is my boyfriend at the time left me as soon as he found out. So there I was, 17 ,a senior in high school, pregnant and alone. It was the worst feeling of my entire life. So I found the courage to tell my mother because I knew for certain she was going to find out because I was nauseous 24/7. My mother was very understanding and helped pay for the abortion that I was about to have. I was ashamed to tell any of my friends about my decision so I kept it on the low. I remember the morning like it was yesterday. My mother and I got up really early to go to the abortion clinic and I cried the whole way to the clinic. I had a feeling like I was playing God, that I was interfering with God’s plan and it made me feel really horrible. When I got there protesters were in the front of the clinic screaming at me and my mother about what we were doing was wrong and evil. I remember sitting in the room of other expectant mothers and all these other girls where acting like nothing was wrong. They were acting like they were at a normal doctor just to get a check-up. I sat there feeling guilty but I had to remind myself that it was best for me at the time. The abortion was easy and the pain was tolerable. I cried for like 2 days after that. And can you believe that the boy that had gotten me pregnant had the nerve to ask me back out after the abortion? Yes, it’s a tough decision but one I have not regretted making. Now I am almost 24, I’ll graduate from College in two months with a 4.0 GPA and I have 2 babies—a 3 year old and a 9 week old with a great man. My life is so complete now. I feel like I had to do what I had to do at the time to succeed. I am not sorry…