My boyfriend of one year told me he loved me. I believed him. We had sex. I got pregnant. I was waiting in my house to tell him when I heard the doorbell ring. So in my haste to get to the door, I fell down the stairs. My father found me with blood all around my lower area. At the hospital, they told me I was 4 weeks pregnant and I had miscarried. IN FRONT OF MY DAD. To say he was mad is an understatement.

He was so disappointed in me. I never even got the chance to tell my boyfriend. Never got the chance to cry over the baby I lost.

When I finally got the chance to tell him “I was pregnant, but he’s not there anymore.” He was furious thinking I had an abortion! No Way! I didn’t even get the chance to explain.

I got an infection 2 weeks later. Long story short. I CAN’T EVER HAVE KIDS.

Be thankful for what you have.