"I was in a hotel bar one night when a man introduced himself as Bryan Kestner. I was immediately taken by how handsome he was. He was tall, a basketball player. He was close to making it as a professional but also held dreams of making it as an actor. Raised in Virginia, Bryan was four years older than me and we hit it off instantly. He seemed calmer and less excitable than some of the other men I had dated. We’d been together six months when, at 21, with no real career plan, I found out I was pregnant. We’d been taking precautions because a baby was the last thing either of us wanted. I still had unresolved issues of my own to sort out. The idea of bringing a child into the world and the responsibility that brings was almost too much to think about. I was completely torn. My heart wanted to believe there was a chance to make this work. My head told me a termination was my only option. A friend took me to a private clinic. The procedure was clinical and over quickly. I emerged into the sunlight feeling bereft. Gwyneth Paltrow came to visit me and tried, in her own way, to be supportive. Two days later, though, I was in crippling pain and doubled up in agony. I went back to hospital and to my horror they told me that the clinic had failed to spot that I had actually been pregnant with twins. Only one embryo had been removed. I had to go through the procedure again and was left exhausted, emotionally bereft and confused. My relationship with Bryan never recovered."