I started talking to this boy I met in January. We used to hang out every single day so we decided to go on a date to catch up. I told him I had a baby now, and told him about my ex and everything else that had happened since we stopped talking.
He was shocked that I had a baby, but he wanted to meet her so I brought him back to my house. He absolutely loved her.
We started hanging out all the time and he asked me to be his girlfriend.
I asked him if it would be weird since I had a baby and he said that he doesn’t care if it was his or not. He would treat her like she was his, no matter what.
She loves him. Every time she sees him, she giggles and smiles the whole time.
A few months later, he proposed and I said Yes!
About a week ago, he was talking about when he left for basic training and was joking about me being pregnant and he said that he would be happy if I was… I was like well, squish that thought because it’s not gonna happen!
The very next morning… I got sick. He looked at me, laughed, and said “Told you”. I said I’m not pregnant, I’m just sick. But then I realized my boobs had been hurting too. I told him I was going to get food and got 2 tests. I took 1 when I got home and it was negative. I threw it at him and said told you…
4th of July, we were going to have a HUGE party. (I never party. I’m ALWAYS with my daughter. I haven’t had a night without her since she was born.) So I was going to drink. She was going to be with his mom and sisters so I knew she would be safe. I woke up 4th of July and went to the bathroom and there was a light red/pink color blood in my panties. So just for the hell of it, I took the other test to be safe since I was going to be drinking that night…POSITIVE!
So, for the first 4 months of this pregnancy, I’ll be alone! 🙁
I’m 16 years old and I’m a senior.
Me and my bf (now ex) started dating on January 15th. He was a year younger than me, 4 grades behind me, and soo immature. He cheated on me a few times and I kept letting it go (not sure why). In August, I started getting really depressed and cutting myself (because of family issues). My dad died on November 24th and my mom died on March 13th, two years later. So I was forced to live with my sister, her 3 kids, my little brother, and her husband… He hit me all the time and pretty much made me hate myself. In September, I was put in a mental hospital. They had to do all kinds of tests when I first got there just to check everything… One of them was a pregnancy test… It was positive.
I went home 3 days later. I wasn’t going to tell my boyfriend about the baby…I wasn’t getting an abortion. I guess I was just planning on telling him it wasn’t his because I knew he wouldn’t want it and wouldn’t want anything to do with it. I didn’t tell my sister because they would’ve kicked me out. In December, I turned 16, started partying a lot, skipping school, sneaking out, and spending a lot of time with boys. My friend made me meet her ex because she thought we would be perfect together. We liked each other and spent almost every day together, I was going to dump my boyfriend for him, but my friend decided to lie to both of us. She told me he had a gf and he didn’t really want me and was telling him lies about me… We ended up going our separate ways and I stayed with my baby’s dad, In February, I found out what I was having (at first I didn’t want to know) and I decided to tell my boyfriend that I was pregnant… I was barely showing. I didn’t actually look pregnant till about 7 1/2 weeks. I had her a few months later. We stayed together for a few more months then he cheated on me so I left him.
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