Well, I just turned 18 and I started dating this boy in the beginning of Aug of this year.
The only bad part about dating him is I don’t know if I love him. One night, we were hanging out and getting drunk. And well, you know what happened. We ended up sleeping together on the 8th and on the 19th. I didn’t think anything of it. A few weeks down the road, me and my mom were talking about babies and how you know that you’re prego… That day, me and him went to the dollar store to buy a test. The next morning, I took it and it came out pregnant. I started talking to Mom again and I showed her the test. She took me to Walmart to buy another test and sure enough, it came out saying I am prego. I got my mom to take the other test, just to see if it was true, cuz I was freaking out !!!! And her’s came out not prego. I started to cry and called and told him… but the problem is I don’t love him but I haven’t told him and I’m 6 weeks and 2 days. I don’t know if I’m wrong for just being with him cuz of the baby????
Please help me.
I had missed my jr. year when I had my son. I had troubles returning because I couldn`t find a daycare for my son. I don’t have the support of the father. He hasn’t seen my son since my son turned 3 months. And I believe that he really doesn’t care. Anyway, I return back to school this school year and I am glad I did.
I don’t know how I can tell my parents, it was really an accident.
Me and my boyfriend were like drunk that night when I slept over at his house and he stole his dad’s whisky and we were just so addicted to it. And we had sex and I didn’t believe that I could be pregnant. I kept having pains in my stomach. One day when I went to my dad’s sister’s house, she pulled me aside and told me 100 to 1, I was pregnant. I didn’t believe her, but I went with my boyfriend to go for an ultra scan. He paid for it. I was 7 weeks pregnant!
I’m thinking about abortion but I love him so much, i just can’t think about it, and on the other side, my parents… …
My Story….
My nickname is Red, I’m 15 years old, soon to be 16 in February. I may be 4 weeks pregnant by my boyfriend Gucci (not his name but a nickname), who is 19. I have only been dating him for 4 months and I know it is not a long time, especially compared to this boy I have known for Two years and am deeply in love with, (we’ll call him
Boosie). Gucci is very supportive and I know he will make a great father but on the other hand, I wonder do I really want to have his baby? Abortion is not an option for me.
Boosie really don’t want me having the baby and has told me before he doesn’t and that we wouldn’t talk like we talk but I don’t want to lose him. I do however understand that if he loves me, then he would find a way to love me through whatever. Even though he would be hurt, we could get through it. if he did end up leaving me or gradually letting me go, I would be hurt in the beginning but I have something much more to think about. Because Gucci is 19 and I’m 15, legally, that is statutory rape, so he could face jail as well as other offences. So until I am 16, I think it is best for him not to be involved. I’ll be 16 in February and the baby {hopefully} would be due in June, so he would be involved before and during the birth of the baby. So no matter what road me and Boosie travel, I know I’ll always have Gucci {I pray I do}. There is another involved but he is an ex who just recently came back into the picture. More to be announced on him later. To sum it up, I love Boosie with all my heart but sometimes, sacrifices have to be made as consequences to the decisions we make…
More to come..
love Red {Babydaddymariolovesshaad16}
I’m 19 with a baby. I feel depressed, confused, lost. I feel there’s nobody that cares about me. What is Love? Why is it that if they love me, they hurt and lie to me?
I can’t breathe!
Today is the day I was supposed to give birth to my child…
I’ve had dreams every night this week about what it would have been like to actually have had my baby…..I had my abortion in Feburary, it was worst day and decision I have ever made in my life. The day I was going to the clinic, my mom drove with me and my boyfriend. When I got there, they had to take an ultrasound, and have me fill out lots of paperwork. Once that was done, they gave me a bunch of pills to take and told me to go get a good lunch. My mom took us to a restaurant down the street and I could barely eat anything without feeling sick. Once we got back to the waiting room, I was shaking so bad. They called my name and I wanted my mom to go into the room with me, there was no way I could do it by myself. Once I was on the table, my mom was sitting next to me, holding my hand, trying to keep me calm. I was so scared that I literally felt numb. They had given me so many pills to take, and I was inhaling some gas I couldn’t feel much. Physically, mentally, I was hurting more than I ever have in my life. The only thing I remember is I was trying to open my eyes, but I was crying too hard to see anything through my tears. Once it was all over, they sent me to the recovery room. My mom was with me for a little bit, but I wanted to see my boyfriend. They let him come in for a little bit, the second I saw him, and he saw me lying there in pain, he began to cry too……
Every day since then, I haven’t been able to cope with it, and I still I’m not able to. All I want is to have my baby back. All I can think about is getting pregnant again and having a second chance to make things right in my heart.
