Thank god for Planned Parenthood!

I just moved to the States from a country with the strictest abortion law in Europe. It was 2003 and I was 24 years old. A recent graduate who decided to try her luck in America. Life of an immigrant was hard on me. No friends and family, lack of resources, broken English. Yes, there were boys. Yes, I was dating. I wanted to be close to someone. I wanted to have sex. Whether he sort of forced himself coming in me or not was irrelevant. I ended up pregnant. What I would have given at the time not to had been brought up catholic! It was always obvious to me I didn’t want to have a child, not with this guy, not with anybody, not ever. How lucky for me, fresh off the boat, that a few weeks prior a coworker had pointed out Planned Parenthood while driving by the one on Division and Clark. That’s where I went. Everything really is a blur at this point, aside from the fact the first time didn’t take and I had to go back again two weeks later. What I remember most is utter loneliness but zero regrets.