It’s weird, ya know. One day, everything’s fine and you wake up and find out some huge news. From then on, you know it’ll either be for the better or for the worse.

I tried to make my decision based on trust, you know. I trusted my boyfriend to be there for me cuz he always has, but now he can’t. No doubt he would be here if he could. We really loved each other, no matter what anyone says. We were going to make it. I miss him a lot and I know he’s a great father, but I made my decision depending on others. Now I know I can’t depend on anyone but myself, just like my baby has to depend on me. I have my mom and I’m thankful for that, but now my baby has no father because of her decision that controls me and my baby’s life. I know what it’s like to see everyone at school with a mother and dad, something you didn’t know you were even supposed to have and it hurts. I just don’t want my child to feel that pain and grow up with hate for its dad when I know he would’ve been here.  At first, I hated the thought of a baby, but then I knew it was God’s gift to me, someone as little as a baby to love me and help me take more responsibility.

It’s a gift, not a curse. It’s a baby.