It all started when I was 15. You know like every other young adult, I wanted to party, hang out, just chill with my friends, and not take any kind of advice from anyone. I NEVER THOUGHT THAT THIS COULD HAPPEN TO ME.
I just had turned 15 a week ago when I got invited to this block party so I asked my mother and she said it was alright with her so I went. There was alcohol and people were getting drunk and high and I had problems with drugs at the time and I thought that there was nothing or nobody that would stop me from doing what I was doing. When I got home my mom wasn’t home but my aunt was waiting up for me. She yelled and screamed because of the type of person I had changed into that night. 2 weeks later, I met up with my boyfriend of 1 year and we were talking and he wanted to ask me the same question that was always asked, are you: ready? And every time, he asked me I would say no. But that day, he told me he loved me and never wanted to see me suffer and go through no type of pain and whatever. So somehow, he changed my mind and I said yes, I was ready for sex.
That night, my mother wasn’t home, which it wasn’t new because that’s why I always felt so alone and not wanted. That night, I went home with him he was 5 years older than me. I asked him to wear a condom but he refused. He said it was better without it so I thought I could trust him. 3 weeks later, I never got a call or a text from him and I thought he would be busy or something. So I decided to go by his house. The minute I knocked on his door, I knew something was going to go down.
A woman opens up the door and looks at me, asks me what I wanted, so i asked for my boyfriend and she says he’s taking a shower. I asked who was she and she says I’m his girl, is that a problem? So I tell her that I was with him for 1 year and we never broken up. Dat’s when he walks down the stairs and looks at me and tell his new girlfriend to go upstairs. All I know, I started to cry. I didn’t want to because I knew I was stronger than than that but I was wrong. The only thing he could say was you was just a piece a meat, the one inside is the one I want. I just ran home and cried all night.
2 months later, I was feeling sick and was hungrier and had gained a little bit of weight so I went to the clinic with my friend. Almost 2 hours later, I found out that I was 7 weeks pregnant. I fell to my knees and started to cry. I didn’t want this baby. I hated myself for letting that man get to me. I wanted to take my life. My friend stood beside me and gave me her shoulder to cry on and told me to take it easy even though it wasn’t. 9 days after that, I went to my EX-BOYFRIEND’S house to tell him the news and the chick was still there but I still was going to talk to him. I told him that he was my first and that he got me pregnant and all he said was it ain’t mine so go blame someone else for your baby. All I wanted to do at dat moment was to jump on him and beat his you-know-what because he really crossed the line there. So I walked away and left it all like dat.
The hard part was telling my parents because I was only 15. 5 months into my pregnancy, my mother got a real good look into my body and pulled to the side and asked if I had to tell her anything. So I thought that was a good opportunity to let her know what was up. When I told her, all she did was look at me and cried. She told me that she loved me and that she was up to anything and that she was going to be there for me all the way. I was asked if I was with the baby’s father so I told her what he did and what she said made me realize a whole lot. She said that I was an independent young woman and I was better than that and now I had something to keep me stronger and it was my unborn child. My friends stopped hanging out with me except the one that was there for me. The baby’s father got 5 more kids by other woman and then was dying of aids.
It’s been a year, a crazy stressful year, but I got a healthy 1 year old baby girl. His family always been there for me, even him after denying her. My mother quit her night job to spend every night with her granddaughter and as for me, well I’m in school, taking care of her and moving on with life. Because of my daughter, I’m stronger, healthier, and better.
I LOVE YOU MAKAYLA!
I’m 16 years old. New to this site. I just need someone to talk to.
Well…. My boyfriend is 22 years old. He may have gotten me pregnant. I hate what’s going on. It’s so sad, and so scary. Well, my boyfriend and I are so in love. I know he’s the one for me. I love him with all my heart. But when I finally sat down and told my parents what was going on, they had no idea that I was with my boyfriend and they had no idea we had sex. I told my parents that I might be pregnant with his child… It was a huge deal. My mother cried and my father was so disappointed. My mom and brother left the house. I had no clue where they were going until I found out they had gone to Centennial Wireless to turn my phone off. That made me feel even worse because I felt bad enough telling them I might be pregnant. I was so stressed I left the house and started walking to my best friend’s house…
While I was away, my mom and brother came home. Noticing I was gone, my brother came out to look for me. He picked me up while I was on my way to my friend’s house. He took me home and I went inside… My parents were sooooo angry… The started to yell at me.. and I yelled back…. My dad called me a whore. and that’s when I broke down and fell the the floor crying because I love my boyfriend and I’m in love with him. And what I did felt so right. But my boyfriend is also 22 years old. This was on a Thursday night… Of course a school night. I didn’t want to be alone so I had my best friend come over and stay with me that night. Mom didn’t want me to go to school. But I went anyways…. I just needed to get away. So I went to school. Well, my mother picked me up from school and put a packet of papers in my lap…. I looked through it to see what it was all about and I saw that it was a restraining order on my boyfriend. I was sooo mad at my mother. because a lot of things were going on. She told me she didn’t want me to see him EVER again… I started crying. I just wanted to go home… But instead she took me for a doctor’s visit… I got lots of tests done…. They drew blood and sent it in for a blood pregnancy test because every other pregnancy test I had taken came out negative. But I’m 2 weeks late on my period…. Well after the doctor’s visit, my mom took me home and told me that she had scheduled me to see a Psychiatrist… I just looked at her and asked her if she was trying to make my life even worse…. It was hard enough telling her what happened…
God, I don’t know what to do anymore. I miss my boyfriend soooo much… :'(
Tell me what you have to say I need some help!
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Love,
If only words were to say…
But every weekend, I want to go out so madly. I leave my lil treasure sleeping besides Gran’s bedroom and she is completely unaware Mami is not there. I do not want to be here… I want to have a proper and normal life. I would like to live alone with her but yet, I know it’s so difficult to be just the two of us. I’ve got 4 things to do at the same time and being single mum is the 4th on the list… I’m not given more choice, I cannot choose. I know I can’t complain, I know I’m lucky…I know well, yes.
I wake up every morning at 8 to work, I catch the bus at 8.30 and I’m headed straight to school. I’m paid three times less than I should be for I’m only booked to work 20 hours ( but I do work more than 29 a week!). I finish up at 5.30 pm if lucky enough to reach home (or even later if I’ve got to take students home in a bus…). Then I have to go and rehab my poorly arm ( Rocio is heavy to carry and my right arm is completely in horrible bad shape!! I cannot even lift it to blow-dry my hair). Being nearly right-hand-handicapped and suffering from stiff neck and contractured shoulders every now and then doesn’t make life any easier… I feel so depressed, even thinking of doing anything involving my arms makes me tired…and hurts a lot… Nobody seems to understand. I guess pregnancy weight made it worse but who am I to complain??? I’m not given the turn to do so!
When I finish at 7, I have to stay with Rocio, take care of her, and study my second degree…. I feel so tired all the time. My boyfriend is living abroad and he calls everyday… I miss him like mad but again, I hide feelings and just tell him I’m doing fine but I’m not. At 10, I’m in bed…. Everybody watches tv and shares things about life next day…but I ain’t got no life….not now.
My life comes back on Fridays and Saturdays when I can go out at night…. She sleeps and Mami drinks and has fun—or at least i try.—but she is not happy…. I’m just waiting for him to come back and just killing time till we reunite again… It’s not fair because time always runs against me and I’m missing all other most important things in life—-I never win.
Hi, I am 17 years old and 7, almost 8 months pregnant. I am so in love with my boyfriend of 2 years but he has a lot of problems such as he is in jail as of right now he has been there for 6 almost 7 months.
At times, I feel really lonely and hopeless because he hasn’t gone to court yet. He is going soon in some weeks to see when he is coming home. I miss him so much. I got him a lawyer and everything. His lawyer says he will be home really soon because he was arrested without a warrant and was searched, him and his house, without a search warrant. But now, we just figured out he has a DUI in another county but they didn’t give him nor his friends a breath test or take them to jail when it happened. It’s been a year since that happened and now, they are trying to charge him with that too. On top of that, in the last 2 years, I have lost my dad (died of cancer), my grandmother, and grandfather and I don’t want to lose him too.
I try to stay positive but it’s hard when I graduate May 23 and don’t know if he will be home by then and baby is due June 19 and my 18th birthday is July 14. I want him to be there and I am scared he won’t! I feel so alone. I look around and see all mothers with their baby’s dad and I don’t mean to but I am jealous of that. I want and miss that and want that for my little girl Lilyana. All my friends don’t even come around much anymore unless they need something. I use to be the fun party girl that everyone loved to hang around and now I am just alone.
I don’t know what to do with myself. Things are also even more hard because I am African American and my boyfriend is Hispanic American and a lot of people at my school thinks that is not right but my mom and my family and his family love it and don’t mind but its just hard when you have people looking down on you all the time.
I’M 18, JUST FOUND OUT THAT I WAS HAVING A BABY.
I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO I THOUGHT ABOUT ABORTION BUT CHANGED MY MIND AFTER SEEING THE VIDEO. BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO FEEL. I WISH I JUST HAD ANSWERS!
SHOULD I KEEP THE BABY OR NOT? AND HOW DO I TELL MY FATHER?
I’m seventeen and I have a one-year-old son.
Things were great at first with his dad but now I’m a single mom. Things are really hard now more than ever.
Things are so complicated.
