Well, here goes my twisted and somewhat romantic story.

I’m 16 years old, a month and a half pregnant, and the guy who fathered my child is over 3 hours away. Roughly 7 weeks ago, I was at summer camp – SAT summer camp, to be exact. While going to classes and attending study hall and bonding with my new friends, I met this guy…. We connected immediately. It was like I knew him my whole life – He was attractive, charming, intelligent (660 on his math section), and athletic. Everything I was into; he was into as well. We bonded for the rest of the 2 weeks, we were there. We were always together – It drove my camp friends wild. It was like we were in an exclusive relationship the way we argued and the way we loved. 2 times, we got intimate, but on the last day of camp, we exchanged necklaces with emotional attachment for each other to hold on to until we would meet again in life – Of course, tears were shed.

Since that last day of camp, we talked every day. 24/9. Texting and calling and myspacing. We then decided to make it official – We wanted to try the long distance relationship. We knew we could make it work… We knew it was meant to be. 3 1/2 weeks after the last day of camp, I decided to go to the local clinic because I wanted to see if well – I was YOU KNOW and well I was. Surprise, surprise. I told my love and he was just as shocked as I was. We are trying to make this work – Our parents aren’t happy, but they’re glad we’re being adult about it.

I came to this site for support… It’s hard only seeing him once a week until the baby comes when he’ll move in. But I need advice, love, and support. I found this site and knew I could get it from here.