It all started when I met a boy. I was only fourteen he was almost twenty. Looking back I can't believe how blinded I was. He told me I was beautiful. I was the oldest of five kids and not used to so much attention. For the first few months he was so sweet. We kissed alot but not much more. After a while he told me he had needs and me being so innocent believed him. The first time hurt but I kept quite. He told me how much more he loved me. We had sex about once or twice a week for a few monthes, he said he always used a condom. About a month later I relized I wasen't getting my period. I was always very right on time. Then came the throwing up. I pretty much knew I was pregnant and told him. When he dropped me of at my house that night he didn't say much…That was the last time I saw him.
So here I was fourteen, pregnant, alone and didn't know what to do. About a week after I found out my mom came in to the bathroom early one night and asked me why I kept throwing up…I just started to cry and she screamed for my dad. They both wanted me to get a aborton but I wouln't. I loved this man who made our baby. I had a vision of me and him in our own house with a little blue eyed baby. My parents were livid. They took me to a ob/gyn and I found out I was about 6 weeks pregnant. My dad had to go to Iraq so here was mom with five kids all under fourteen with one pregnant. She said I could be home schooled untill the baby was born then give it up.
Fast forward six monthes later ….