We all have a story. I had an abortion in the 1970s. The man I was with was the love of my life, but we were not meant to marry. I went to the Upper East Side clinic, and I paid 100-and-something dollars, which I did not struggle to amass. Lucky me.
Scary times. I feel like I’m in the handmaids tale. It’s mostly outrage that feel that someone can make rules about my body. It disappoints me that my country is becoming this way. Thanks for posting.
We all have a story💗Thank you for sharing yours.