One particular night, it was three o’clock in the morning, and I threw up all night long. I remember crying on the bathroom floor. I was living in my grandparents’ in-law suite, so I left home and ended up at my grandma’s house. She fell asleep on the couch and I said to her, “Nana, I want to have an abortion.” My Catholic grandmother looked at me and said, “Honey, it’s okay.” That really surprised me because, quite literally Frankly, she’s the last person I think would accept such a thing. When she said, “I’ll do whatever you need me to do to support you,” it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
