I was 19 when I found out I was pregnant, and a stupid-ass side chick to a 25 year-old serial cheater. I was drinking – a lot – at the time, and had concerns about our health if I carried to term. I considered adoption, but the guy was adopted and said he’d take my baby rather than give up his rights & put them up for adoption. I didn’t want to risk the well-being of another child with him, or more likely, the other women he was having kids with. They would be 26 this year. I never had another chance, and while I miss something I never had sometimes, I do not regret my decision for a minute. I never told anyone in my family.