Let’s just say it all began six years ago. I’m now thirteen years old and the only good thing I have in my life is my boyfriend and his family. I never really had any support from anyone in my family except for my mother. Everyone else put me as a second thought including my father and the rest of my family! They treated me as if I wasn’t even there and everything else came first.

I was only seven years old when my mother passed away and it was about the worst thing I think I could have ever experienced.

Even though I was only seven years old, I had already pretty much lived a living hell. Things just kept getting worse, but it went from where my parents were both drug addicts to one passing away and the other one being in jail consistently. I had a very hard life and it went from bad to worse.

I moved in with my grand-mother after the passing away of my mother occurred. Things went well for a while, I guess, but as soon as I turned ten or eleven, things became even worse for me. I was living a very abusive life and it seemed as if no body was there for me and everything became my fault. No matter what I did, it was always wrong and still to this day it is. I bottled everything up inside, just hoping it would go away but instead I was just causing more pain for myself. The emotional abuse was just growing and growing and it felt like I couldn’t do a single thing right.

Basically after everything I did, I would either get yelled and screamed at or be hit and punched. My grand-mother isn’t one of those old grandma’s you’d think of. She’s only 50 something and still believes she’s 20 years old. Every night’s another party for her and another bar to go to. I still clean up after her and still get abused. Nothings changed as things seem to now, just get worse and worse.

Since I’m only thirteen, there’s not much I can do. At the beginning of this story, I said the only good thing in my life is my boyfriend and his family. Well about eleven months ago, we started dating and it completely changed my life. He’s sixteen years old and I’m thirteen but it’s us against the world. He completes my life and I wouldn’t ask for anything more. He’s such a nice guy and does everything for me, as if I were to be a princess and I couldn’t thank him enough.

Since we’ve been dating, we’ve always talked about having children together but perhaps later on in the future, but that didn’t happen. We talked a lot and came to a conclusion of how we wanted a son or daughter and we wanted them now! But if you’re reading this and are commenting saying you’re a whore or slut, then please don’t continue reading it because I don’t want to hear any negativity towards him or I.

Now I believe I’m pregnant due to every single symptom and a missed period and we are now waiting for the blood test to give us the accurate positive. We went to talk to someone about this whole situation from the passing away of my mom, to the abuse at home, and now the pregnancy. I think it was such a good choice to talk to someone and finally let it all out to someone else besides my boyfriend who I know will listen. If it turns out to be a positive, which there’s no way it won’t be, I believe I’m about a month in and am so excited.

I can’t wait to hear the doctor come in and say congratulations, you’re going to be a mommy because this is all I’ve dreamed of and then giving birth to him or her and hearing their first cry. I’m so excited and shocked but I’m looking forward to seeing them grow up and living a new life, where I know I’ve done something right and am a good mother to my children.

Since no one else has ever been there for me but him and his parents, it feels like I’m just another person in this world, even to my own family. This is what put the thought in my head of having a baby because I know he or she will be treated right. This baby will completely change our lives and even though it’s a huge responsibility, I know him and I can take it on.

Both him and his parents are very supportive people! & I know he will be the most amazing father ever and i will definitely be the best mother I can be to my child.

Now to the other young girls who are reading this, pregnant or trying, maybe even not, and it’s just a thought in your head! Well remember, just because you’re younger doesn’t make you any less or worse of a parent then being older. It doesn’t make you any less of a person either and even though I’ve already gotten comments from people who I thought were my friends calling me slut and what not, it doesn’t matter because the only thing that matters now is you and your family! So forget the negativity and just look towards the positives.

Good luck girlies!