It was the summer of 2015.
My wife and I had just moved to Florida to be with our daughter.
My friend, who I was planning on marrying, and I were spending our summers there, and he’d been working on a new show with the people he had been friends with at the time.
He was shooting a documentary about his life and work.
It was a lot of fun, but there were also a lot things about our relationship that weren’t quite right.
My first wife was always incredibly supportive and kind and thoughtful.
But over the past two years, things started to get a little too strange.
I started having problems.
I’d just moved into a new place and didn’t know how to make friends, so my new boyfriend would often get on my nerves and just start shouting at me.
At first, I was upset and didn�t know why.
I thought it was because he was angry at me, or because I was trying to be so nice to him.
And then one day, he told me he’d gone on a date with a woman I didn�T know and that he was pregnant.
I just started crying.
At that point, I thought maybe my wife had left the relationship or I was dating someone else and she was just making it up as she went along.
I was devastated.
I felt guilty.
I blamed myself.
At the time, I just didn�tt know what to do.
I didn’t really know what the best course of action was.
But now that I know it was more than just a bad breakup, I realized that I should have talked to my wife about it sooner.
She knew I was having problems with her, and she told me that she was taking me to a therapist and had been since December. I couldn�t believe it.
I had no idea that the therapist was the one who was supposed to help me, and even though it was December, I didn���t realize that I was pregnant until January.
But I had to have the baby because I needed to raise my daughter.
I went to a fertility clinic that I had never been to before and it was a disaster.
They put me in an induced abortion.
I got pregnant again, but this time, there was no heartbeat, so I had an abortion on the second try.
I tried to have a second baby but the baby had no heartbeat.
I think I had a miscarriage, but the doctors didn�ll tell me.
I lost my job, my house, and my daughter in a tragic car crash in the middle of January.
I ended up in a homeless shelter, and the people who knew me the best told me I was in the hospital for about a week.
I came out of the hospital, but it was like I had lost my mind.
I knew I wasn�t going to make it.
At one point, the doctor said to me, �This is your last chance.
You have to have an abortion, or you�ll be homeless, or whatever.� I said, �Yeah, yeah, yeah.� I had been struggling with anxiety, depression, and panic attacks since the crash, and it just seemed like a good idea to abort.
And my doctor was there to help, and they did an emergency abortion.
The doctor had to come in, so he did.
It wasn�ts over yet.
After a few weeks, I�ve recovered and am starting to work again.
I�m doing the best I can now, but I still have the anxiety that came out.
I can barely remember what happened after the abortion.
It happened when I was on my way to pick up my daughter, and when I got to the hospital I thought I was going to have another baby.
But instead I was told that I didn��t need to have surgery, that I�d need to go home and get it over with.
So I went home and had the baby.
I still haven�t fully recovered, but that baby is beautiful.
I want to be able to raise a beautiful child and feel proud of what she has.
It�s hard to say the words, because I don�t want to sound judgmental.
I hope that what happened to me and what happened with my wife was just an isolated incident, and that I will never be in a situation like that again.
But, at the same time, that was my first time ever in an abortion clinic, so it wasn�tt easy for me to get my head around it.
The first abortion clinic I went through in the United States was a Planned Parenthood in New York City.
It had an exam room and they had a nurse and a doctor.
They had a sign that said �Get tested.� I was really worried.
When I got the call, I went down and got my test.
I took a picture of the test, and as soon as I saw that I thought, �I�ve got to get tested