Everyone knows where they were when the first plane hit the Twin Towers on 9/11/01. I had just come back from the abortion clinic.
I was sitting outside my parents’ house with my then-boyfriend, trying to process what we had done when the news came over the radio. We stopped talking and said “God, that’s awful” but we were very much involved in our own conversation.
On September 13th, we went back to finish off the procedure.
Now twenty years later, I have two sons (16 and 12) and although I’ll never get over what I did, it was right because the boyfriend and I only lasted a few more months. Things were not right between us after the procedure. He didn’t support me and I didn’t get counseling. I’m 42 now and he is 45 with three kids of his own. We don’t speak anymore but for a time, he would contact me around the anniversary and we’d check in that the other was OK. Time is a great healer, I’m just sad that I had put myself in that situation in the first place.
