When I was 15, I found out I was pregnant with my best friend’s younger brother. He is 7 years older than me.

My parents were mad at me and would not speak to me for months. I stayed at home cuz I wasn’t allowed to leave, but at the same time, I’m glad I stayed. School was annoying cuz I heard people talkin’ behind my back, calling me the pregnant freshman as if I didn’t have a name. After a while, my parents and everyone started to speak to me, and my son’s father was around for a bit. After my son was born, everything got better but my son’s father left us.

I’m fine without him, and trust me, so is my son.