The father of my 2 kids left me when I told him I was pregnant with our daughter. But now he wants to come back in the picture.
He told me if I didn’t let him, he would go to court to get custody to, but the only reason I won’t let him see the kids is because he hasn’t done not one thing for them since they have been in the world. I am 18 and I’m raising two young kids on my own with no help from him and now he wants to come back in the picture after not doing anything for the last 2 years. My son is 2 and my daughter is 11 months.
I just need help figuring out what I should do: let him see the kids even though he has not done one thing or risk going to court and he gets shared custody.
I am the mother of 4 before I turned 21. No, no twins or quads.
My first was a daughter at 14 years, my second, a son at 16, my third, a daughter at 18, and my youngest, a daughter at 20. I am now 39, and from them, a grandmother of 4.
I can understand from the perspective of unplanned young mothers from my own experience and also from a parent’s perspective dealing with one of my own daughter’s pregnancy at 16.
Hi everyone, this is my first time with you.
I just wanted to say I am 22 and 7 months pregnant with my first baby and my husband-to-be is very supportive about it and helpful too and for my parents, they can’t wait for the baby. They have also been loving and supportive from the day I told them I was preg and my hubby wanted to pay my bride price. It was like a dream and a wonderful dream, a dream where you will not want to wake.
To all you girls out, there you all have my support.
I have a boyfriend right now and I am 3 months pregnant with his child.
We are both happy and we are both scared, BAD COMBO ; ) I am way too emotional right now so the mix is bad. I feel him pulling away. I know through God, all things are possible, so faith is my only strong arm….
Anybody kind of like me?
Hi, I’m 14 years old and I need a lil help.
Well about 3 or 4 weeks ago, me and my now ex-boyfriend had sex and I hadn’t been on birth control and we didn’t use a condom. Now at the time, the boy had asked me to marry him just 2 weeks before but me and him got in a lil fight so we broke up. But now we are talking again but I think I’m pregnant and I’m scared to tell him but I haven’t taken a test but I’m 7 or 8 days late and my mom knows but I told her we used a condom but we didn’t and idk what to do.
Can someone help me out here??
God knows I don’t know what to do anymore. As soon as everything starts going right, I have to mess it up and set myself back months. I was coping really well and getting past the depression, but I just can’t do this anymore. I can’t play pretend and go back to living everyday, going through the motions. I keep torturing myself, wanting a baby with such ferocity that I want to kill myself everytime I see a negative pregnancy test.
I can’t keep living like this, with the shadows of my dead children looming over my life. I have so much hate and anger inside that I punish myself and torture myself with their memories. I go through every day, hoping and praying and wishing and dreaming to be pregnant again… I live with myself so deep into the fantasy, that I don’t want to come back to reality. Every morning when I wake up, I look beside me, to where my daughters had lain only a few minutes ago in my dreams.
I can’t do this anymore.
I’m screwing up my relationship because of my inability to cope with the past. A baby has become a determining factor in our relationship and I’m disgusted by the fact that it’s not about having a baby with him anymore…. It’s about any baby that will fill the void.
I don’t know what to do or who to turn to anymore. I feel so isolated, lost and alone in all of this. The only thing that gets me through the day is alcohol and prescription medication, I can’t seem to function when I’m sober anymore. I just wanna take a handful of diazepam and make the pain go away. I don’t want to feel anymore. No more hurt and pain and heartache and sorrow…
I want to die.
I want to die and be with my angels in heaven, where I can love them and take care of them and be the mother I should’ve been. God, I hate myself so much for being so pathetically weak.
