I’m 16 years old and I’m a senior.
Me and my bf (now ex) started dating on January 15th. He was a year younger than me, 4 grades behind me, and soo immature. He cheated on me a few times and I kept letting it go (not sure why). In August, I started getting really depressed and cutting myself (because of family issues). My dad died on November 24th and my mom died on March 13th, two years later. So I was forced to live with my sister, her 3 kids, my little brother, and her husband… He hit me all the time and pretty much made me hate myself. In September, I was put in a mental hospital. They had to do all kinds of tests when I first got there just to check everything… One of them was a pregnancy test… It was positive.
I went home 3 days later. I wasn’t going to tell my boyfriend about the baby…I wasn’t getting an abortion. I guess I was just planning on telling him it wasn’t his because I knew he wouldn’t want it and wouldn’t want anything to do with it. I didn’t tell my sister because they would’ve kicked me out. In December, I turned 16, started partying a lot, skipping school, sneaking out, and spending a lot of time with boys. My friend made me meet her ex because she thought we would be perfect together. We liked each other and spent almost every day together, I was going to dump my boyfriend for him, but my friend decided to lie to both of us. She told me he had a gf and he didn’t really want me and was telling him lies about me… We ended up going our separate ways and I stayed with my baby’s dad, In February, I found out what I was having (at first I didn’t want to know) and I decided to tell my boyfriend that I was pregnant… I was barely showing. I didn’t actually look pregnant till about 7 1/2 weeks. I had her a few months later. We stayed together for a few more months then he cheated on me so I left him.
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