People were aghast with my decision. It meant I had to temporarily go on food stamps, WIC, and medical assistance as I sorted things out. I wrote to churches and friends for housing help and eventually wond up living with Christian strangers from my high risk pregnancy, through my daughter’s thirteenth month or so. We got off of government aid when she turned 15 months old, but I still get told I should be ashamed of myself and such bad decisions.