It was January 28, 2004 I remember it like it was yesterday it was the day that I took my first ever pregnancy test, I was only 17 years old and still in high school. As I wated for the results to show up on the screen I felt so nervous on what is was going to say. Some people say that some people know when they are pregnant that they can feel that their bodies are changing. As I looked down onto the bathroom sink the stick said pregnant(I had one of those digital tests). So many things ran through my mind at the time, but I don't believe in abortions so I knew what I had to do. Knowing that I had my family and my baby daddy mad everything okay. Well around the time I was about 5 months that's when things started to go bad. My baby daddy stop calling and stop coming by I went about 2 months without talking to him, I finally found him hanging outside some girls house. Nevertheless, things started to get a little better between me and him and then he asked me to marry him. Well on October 13, 2004 I went into labor and on October 14, 2004 at 4:51 am my daughter was born. Yeah her father was there the who time I thought that everything was going to be okay. I was so wrong. About 6 months later I found out that he had been cheating on me since my daughter was 1 month old and after catching him numerous times at her house I broke it off with him. Being the person that I am (I used to be) I went to her house on one of those days and I got into a fight with her cousin. Then a couple of days later at the courthouse I hit the girl with my car (she wouldn't move). After all this they decided to go and have me up for tresspassing, assult, assult with a deadly weapon, and communicating threats. Oh if I could turn back the hands of time. Well to make a long story shorter my daughter is now 3 years old and is the LOVE of my life. My baby daddy hasn't even tried to see her ever, he hasn't ever brought her anything wait……. he did give her $20 once (LOL), I feel bad because I do want her to know her father, but I don't know where he lives, or how to get in touch with him, I've given up on that. He also hit me once thinking I was his girlfriend (that he does hit) but I fixed that quickly I stabbed him, know I know this wasn't a good idea and he could have died but he never tried it again.  A couple of months ago Social Services finally found him (YEAHHHHH!!!) so I have a court order for child support he hasn't paid anything yet, but who cares cuz if he doesn't pay he goes straight to jail. I am kind of mad because my daughter hasn't gotten anything for her birthday or for christmas from him, but GOD has blessed us and we don't need him for anything. Sometimes I wish that I would have never met him but then I realize that If I hadn't then I wouldn't have my daughter. She made me what I am today and I love her to death. He is so mad at me that he thinks that by cussing me out and not paying his child support is hurting me but he is actually hurting himself. My boyfriend takes care of us both now. I know remind myself that he is the one missing out because we have a beautiful daughter and he's missing out on alot.