I am 19 years old. I was 18 years old when I found out I was pregnant. For the first little while, everything seemed like it was going to be OK, that we would be a happy family. All until Christmas.

After we returned home, things changed. He slept on the couch and rarely even spoke to me. I decided shortly after New Year’s I’d return to living with my mother. I then reunited with a person I had met two summers before I got pregnant. We started dating at the end of January and have been together ever since. He is good to me. He loves me and my little girl. He has a 12-year-old son and a 4-year-old daughter.

We have decided to raise Danyka Nicole as our daughter with her sperm donor having nothing to do with her.