Dear Becky — Hello my name is Carolina I am from Caracas, Venezuela. I am 19 years old and I have a daughter named Adela Carolina she is now 3 years old.
My story starts July 12th 2000, the day I met my neighbor Fernando. Well that day was his 16th birthday and I was 12. I went to the party and we started to know each other. He was awesome and I had crush on him that same day. He asked me to be his girlfriend and I said YES immediately.
The relationship was amazing — we were made for each other . I was just a girl but he treated me like a woman and I loved that. The following year, he asked me if I wanted to have sex with him. He was now 17 and I 13. I said NO because I was too little and I didn’t feel prepared at that moment. Fortunately, he didn’t insist on that until the next year when I was 14 and he 18. We had 2 years of relationship like this.
In May 2002, I had my first sexual relationship and it was very unexpected. But I wanted to because I was so in love with Fernando as he was with me. It was a great experience and very pretty, so we kept having sex very often in his house.
By July 2002, my period did not come. I was just finishing 8th grade (here in Venezuela it’s named “octavo grado” de bachilleraro, there are 5 years of high school I was finishing the second). He was in first year college. He took me into the bathroom of his house and the test shows me that I was pregnant. I was shocked and so was he, but he promised me he would be with me and our baby for the rest of the life.
When he said that I felt relieved.
One month later, I told my parents and they were absolutely angry and disappointed. I was only 14 years old and I was really a baby girl to them. They kicked me out of the house and I went to live with Fer.
The early days of my pregnancy with him were sensational at first, but then he turned angry. He didn’t talk to me , always yelled and he changed a lot.
Suddenly in November (I turned 15 in September) I saw him with a girl when he came to the house. I asked him who was that beautiful girl he was kissing? He said that he wasn’t in love with me anymore and that he will leave for New York to live with his dad. I started crying.
He dropped me off at my parent’s house, alone, pregnant, and crying.
I begged my parents to let me stay with them and they accepted me but under the condition that I would have to support myself and my baby. I quit school and started working in a market as a cashier.
I didn’t know about Fernando anymore. I noticed he went to New York and nothing else.
On March 1st 2003, I gave birth to a baby girl named Adela! She was beautiful and the joy of my life. I loved her since the first moment I saw her eyes.
I placed her in daycare and returned to my studies. I graduated form high school last year (July 2005), and moved to a city named Maracay near Caracas, alone with Adela. I began studying in an institute were I am to this day.
Adela is now 3 years old and has started school this September. I go to Caracas in vacations with my family.
Well, he’s now 22 and is living in New York. He sends me money every month, but we don’t even talk. He still doesn’t know about his daughter and he is living with a girl and has a baby boy.
I regret many things in my life — but I think I am a great mom and that all I have done is for Adela. I’ll keep working and studying for her future. I love her more than my life and soul.
Sorry for the grammar. My first language is Spanish. I did my best!
Hugs and Kisses,