Hi Girls, I want to put myself out there. Let me start by saying in April, I was found pregnant after I had a miscarriage. I was forced by my boyfriend to have an abortion. I probably can’t say forced as it was a choice I had to make, but I’m sure you understand.
Well in August, I found out I was pregnant again and it was the whole scenario all over again except this time I took my stand. I’m 12 weeks pregnant today with a baby boy and the father is the same guy as before ( keep in mind we have been together for 5 years). He is still around. I gave him a choice knowing that he might leave and I’d have to do all this alone…
He stuck around and has gotten used to the idea…
I know right I’m supposed to be happy. Don’t get me wrong, I love my little baby boy and he’s growing so quickly and God gave me a second chance, but I feel so sad and depressed.
Help…..
And any girls going through a tough choice to make, please, I’m here for you too… I’ll give you all the support I can!!!!!
“Women are stronger than anyone can imagine.”
Last year in 8th grade, I thought I’d be the one to go through my whole high school years without making this mistake. Now I know that things don’t always go the way as planned! I have lived in this small town since I was a baby, moving away for a year or two a couple of times,
But something always made me want to come back. At the beginning of this year, I started high school at LHS. Then I got sick and missed too many days so I was kicked out. I was forced to go back to BHS. That same day I returned, I met up with one of my ex’s. He wanted me back, but I said I wasn’t looking for someone who just wanted sex. I went walking with him to the park after school. That was mistake #1. I gave in to him after a while when he took me to that stupid abandoned house. That was my 2nd mistake, but the one that I will forever regret was not having sex and getting pregnant, but believing him when he said he loved me, cause the whole time I took him back, he cheated on me! I guess the point of me writing this today is not to tell my story, but to ask a question.
What happened to all of us from middle school? Why did we give in to men? We don’t need them, but I guess some of us think we do? From 8th grade to high school, what happened? We don’t even talk anymore since I told him I was pregnant, and he doesn’t want anything to do with his baby, but I hope he comes around. I don’t want to be the one to tell my child why his daddy doesn’t love him, or want anything to do with him!
So here’s the thing.
My mum and I ALWAYS used to argue. Ever since she found out I was pregnant, she’s been helping me out rather a lot, and the arguing has stopped. She’s been absolutely wonderful; buying bodysuits, baby bath and Johnson’s new baby package. However, the downside, she keeps taking over. I say a baby name, she hates it, but then she will say the exact name a few days later (for example. Alisha – Ooh I like the name Alisha and I’d be like ”Mum I said that to you the other day and you said you hated it’)’. It’s really confusing!! She also wants me to use Terry nappies but they are so old-fashioned and I just want my baby to have what I want them to have, if that makes sense? She won’t even let me and my fiancé sleep in the same bed, knowing I’m having his baby. I don’t know whether to just do as she says for respect, but we’ve decided to go away for my birthday on the 21st of Oct, but how do I tell her to calm down and back off a bit?
I duno whether it’s just me being silly…
I am the mother of a pregnant teen. She is 17.
She has decided to keep the baby. She is still attending high school in grade 12. She is doing really good with her schoolwork, but she is constantly being harassed by other girls in the school. They have made threats against her and are constantly calling her names. Has anyone gone through this and if you have what did you do to deal with it?
Please help me help her.
I was creeping on Twitter last night to see if my boyfriend would post. He didn’t. but his sister did this morning… And, oh boy, was it a good tweet.
She posted a pic that said ‘helllooo sleepyhead’, obvi my boyfriend because they stayed overnight in a hotel after a concert. So I click and see awee my babes asl…. WHOISTHATB****NEXTOHIM?!?!?! Some blonde girl, I’d say a foot away from him, sleeping. That’s exactly how we fall asleep & wake up cuz we roll away from each other.. Idk why she’s there or what they did, if anything, or if she just passed out there considering they may have been having a ‘small’ party in the hotel room… Luckily, his shirt was still on so hopefully they didn’t do anything that’s going to traumatize me too much.
Needless to say, I’m a little irritated. I’m going to talk to him about it when he texts me back. I knew he shouldn’t have gone.
Not the first time this has happened with a boyfriend. My previous ex went camping with friends to a campground and I saw a pic of him hugging some girl, not a friend hug, but an embrace… Over this stupid crap. Why always me?
Weekend: Saturday; I find Oreo’s tumor: devastating. Sunday: Oh cool… Boyfriend could have cheated… Whatever.
Everything’s going good, good, good… Ya…
Let me first start by saying; The restaurant I work at closed for the season on Oct. 12th, so I’m currently out of a job. My boyfriend has one making 11/an hour but that’s his money I refuse to use… So anyway…
I have a rat, named Oreo. She’s my baby and I love her dearly. You have a dog, I have a rat. She’s like my dog. She’s a happy healthy little girl. Today, when I picked her up out of her cage, I saw a mysterious bump… A tumor… Exactly what I didn’t want it to be. They’re common in rats and are usually benign and can be removed. Of course, with any pet, if there’s anything wrong you’ll be upset & want to make it better.
I have a dilemma though. Since the tumor is benign it won’t hurt her, but if it keeps growing it will make her miserable & unhappy, and eventually she’ll have to be put down. It can be removed and this will make her happier for a longer time. The only problem is money. Money’s not tight, but with a baby coming and just ‘losing’ my job, I don’t want to spend willy-nilly… Of course, I want her to be happy & healthy, but the surgery could be up to $300. It’s less when they’re found early & small, which she is. It’s about 1/3-1/2 inch across. Like the size of a marble. It CAN be left, but then if I decided to remove it later, then it would cost more. Ugh. It’s NOT cancer, it’s from a high-calorie diet… Which is better, but still not superb…
I just wish things were cheaper… I just wish I could get a job… I wish Oreo wouldn’t have a tumor… Sometimes I just want to scream & scream until I can’t anymore… Then I’d like to cry, for hours. Just because I’m not making any money and feel like an unfit rat mom for this happening and everything… I wish my concert was here tonight, but he’s at a concert in Worcester, MA.
Alone. Upset. Hungry. Awesome.
