“…I had always wanted to be a mother. I still desperately want to be a mother. But the timing was off. Though I didn’t realize it at the time my “supportive” (and I use that term as loosely as I can, knowing what I know now) boyfriend and I were in an extremely toxic, emotionally abusive relationship. Neither of us were in a position to care for a child, financially, emotionally, or physically. Being a flight attendant, I lived almost half a coast away from my soon-to-be ex. There was just no way we could make it work. As much as my heart ached– as much as it very much still does– I never once regretted my decision. I made the choice to take into account my partner’s feelings on the matter, and though I was shocked he agreed with my proposal to terminate the pregnancy knowing his political stance, I was also relieved. The procedure itself was quick and uneventful. I hardly even bled. I cramped a little, but it was nothing a heating pad and a little rest couldn’t quell. I didn’t even ...