i dont know how to help her !!!

I don’t know how to help her!!

We meet on the phone through a friend. She was 15 and I was 23. We both lived in different states. I was in a Christian college and she was in a Christian school… We talked for 2 hours every night for 6 months, then she invited me to go and visit her for Thanksgiving Day. I went there with her mom’s permission… I stayed in her sister’s apartment. She came over to spend the night with her too and we ended up… you know. I was a virgin, but I couldn’t tell if she was… In those 6 months that we talked, she had some problems and I help her out. And became so much closer. We never planned to do anything is just happen…

Then I came back to college and I went for the summer to visit her. We did it again, but this time, she got pregnant… I was scared. She just told me and decided with her mom to abort the baby… I was so scared but I wanted the baby… I felt sad but at the same time, her pastor and my pastor knew I was there visiting her and they told me to come back  immediately or they would do something… I came…but we wanted to marry as soon as she got 18. I came home and we had a long distant relationship for 6 month. After that, she changed on me. It was different… I repented of all I did and wanted to marry her cuz I really love her and all we went through but now, I found out by letter that she was cheating anyway…

Now she is having a lot of problems. We don’t communicate anymore cuz it was forbidden for my pastor and her pastor but I know she is going for problems and she is living a married life if you know what I mean… She is only 16 now and really hard headed. She don’t understand but deep inside, she knows that the guys she’s dating now are just taking advantage … and she likes sex… I want something for preventing this because I know she’s still in time before is too late and get pregnant with some guy who don’t even care for her. I know that for sure. And we all know what’s the end of it…

I am praying for her but now, it seems she don’t want to listen to nobody… I don’t know how to help her… The only thing I know is soon she will get pregnant like her sisters… The last text she send me said that she would kill herself… because I told her that we had to stop communicating cuz she choose her path already with that other guy. d that life but I don’t know. I know she needs help. I can’t be there now I wish but I can’t. But I am really worried for her. I love her but I know she is  being just stubborn but I know she will realize with time about now but it will be late cuz probably, she will end up pregnant again or even worst and I want to avoid it.

If it can be possible, somebody can talk to her anonymously without mentioning my name… I am desperate…

life

Life has been very hard for me because of the fact that I have been prego three times and each time, I miscarried.

I’m prego now, and I just want people to pray and bless me. I have been with my boyfriend for almost five years and we have been struggling with the fact that my body keeps rejecting the babies so I thought I couldn’t carry.

So just pray for me

Help im so confused!!!!!!!

Hi,

My partner and I have been trying for a baby for 11 months now. Anyway, let’s cut to the chase shall we. My periods are regular and my normal cycle lasts for approximately 31-32 days. My last period began on the 1st October and during this time, my partner and I had the usual sex routine. However, on the 28th of October, to my surprise, I got my period. I have experienced early periods before, but this time, my period only lasted 2-3 days and I didn’t lose a lot of blood, which is very strange as my periods are fairly heavy. I have also been experiencing pain in my breast and very tender nipples which stick out. I also am feeling a bit of nausea, but I’m not sure if this is down to nerves. I also have headaches.

I just wanted to know if anyone has experienced similar problems as I am stuck and don’t know what to do.

Thanks

About me.

I have a very complicated story, so i will just outline it.

I am 19 years old and I have 3 kids. I have a 3 year old boy who is a little monster, but I love him lots and wouldn’t change him for the world, he was born in September 2004, just after my 16th birthday. I have a little girl who was unfortunately still born in November 2006. My third is my bump on the way, who is due in March of next year.

My little boy and my little girl were conceived because of my stepdad abusing me. But I wasn’t having an abortion as they were my flesh and blood and had done no wrong. My bump was conceived out of a loving relationship, but he ran away when I told him I was pregnant.

To complicated things more, I have just started a degree in pediatrics nursing, so if I can anyone can. I was just determined to prove that teenage mums are not useless and that we can make something of our lives. As well as giving our kids what they need and the best futures possible.

So that’s a little bit bout me. Contact me if you want any more info or help.

Getting Older

It’s funny, but I feel old talking to some people on StandUpGirl. They may be older than me, but their children are younger, and I can somehow look at them and say — wow, I was once in that position.

Not just on StandUpGirl. It’s funny, even talking to a forty-year-old with a two-month-old, I feel a little bit older. In no way can I call it superiority, just more experience: and doesn’t that feel FUNNY when you’re talking about someone twenty-one years older than you!

The days just slip by. Nobody seems to notice. People who haven’t seen you for a while say, Wow, your son’s gotten bigger, but you see him every day. For you, it’s just a constant routine of games, sleep time, story time, bath time, making him feel better after a fall, lunch…. Life somehow doesn’t work in ways where you say, okay, he is six months and five days old today, and only today, I’m going to make the most of it. There’s laundry to do, bills to pay, articles to write…

But one moment made me pause today. I was going through the big mountain of washed clothes that is lying in my bedroom at the moment — yes, still, at this very moment — and looking at all the long-sleeved shirts that Alex will never wear again. Why? Because by the time next year comes, he will be three, and he will have no need for a size that small.

Something moved me about that. Something nostalgic, even though this past winter was a hard one and not too full of excessively happy memories. Nevertheless, I suddenly realised time had somehow slipped by. Winter had turned to summer once again, and the boy taking up the whole bed right now is no longer the little child I cradled next to my breast and nursed to sleep.

How long have we known each other now?! Oh dear, three years, one month now! I can barely comprehend how he grew up to be this big. Taking up the whole bed, in the 90th percentile for height, a miniature version of me as a male with big ears is sleeping on the bed, on a little bed — not a cot anymore. When as a little baby, he used to shake the bars because he wanted me to rock him to sleep, and I would eventually give in.

It’s been a long road. Never in my life would I have seeing this at five months pregnancy, when I was sitting in our flat, having my first proper conversation as I felt the first kicks of his little feet. I could not have possibly seen the future when he was just a little newborn, his lip curled and forever crying, rocking him to sleep in the hospital — I could not see myself as a mother with a two and a half year old, the personality that would cause me to develop.

I did not see the twists my life would take — I had no clue that I would get an emergency flat, that I would live in government housing, go to uni, study journalism and international relations, and battle with my own demons, as I’m hoping thus far, successfully.

To make things worse, in about six months, I will be twenty — I will stop being a teen. As stigmatized as being a teenage mother is, I feel a bit odd hitting twenty. I know, strange. Alex will be three. I cannot imagine what sort of parenting that will require of me — of course, I will know as day slips into another day, as changes come subtly…

It just feels strange that now, these days, I can look back on certain events, and say calmly, I have been there. I can turn around calmly to those who made prophecies about me during my pregnancy, and face them with the real facts. I can look at newborns, and remember what lessons I learned from that, even give advice if asked.

Jeez, there’s a long road ahead of me….but I do sense that I’m getting older.

And I’m sure there’ll be another twist to my life quite soon too….