as one who was always pro-choice, i always viewed abortion as a necessary evil. it was not something i would want to do, but would have to do if faced with a pregnancy i didn't want (at least that's how my line of thinking went when i was younger and not ready to be a mother).
i thought the guy was nice at first, but to cut to the chase, after moving in for a few months with him he had become so increasingly jealous and possessive that i was at the point where i was pretty much a prisoner in my own home in a domestic violence situation.
i was 19 years old and my partner was 22. i was a week late on my period and my breasts were very swollen and sore, so i had my friend who works at a medical clinic bring home a test for me.
i'm one in three. i got married at 25 and had two planned children by the age of 31. at 33, i had a surprise pregnancy. we chose to abort because we knew that a third child would dilute the attention that our two kids needed and damage an already stressed marriage.
like many, i always said, "i support a woman's right to choose, but i would never have an abortion myself." until i got pregnant in my early 20s.