My story

My whole life, as far back as I can remember, my parents have never shown me much love nor have they cared much about me. I grew up with 3 brothers who were the ones my parents really loved. Two were older; one was about 5 years younger.

I can still remember the times my parents told me how stupid I was and how much of a bad decision they had made in having me. I felt pretty worthless. They also had quite a temper and could explode over nothing at times, hitting me. And the rest of the time, they just brushed everything passed as if they didn’t care one bit. My parents also drank and smoked a lot. By noon, my mom would be drunk and as soon as my dad came home from work, he would be the same. I was embarrassed by them and ashamed so I tried to spend as much time away from the house as I could.

They didn’t care much about what I did either. As long as I didn’t bother them, it simply didn’t bother them.

When I was 11, I started hanging out with the “wrong crowd,” a bunch of kids all older then me from my neighborhood. By the time I was 12, I was drinking and smoking. By 13, I dropped out of school, not that I had been going there much in the past year. When I told my parents my decision to “quit” school, they laughed and said “so what?” After all according to them, I was too stupid anyway I might as well leave.

I had sex for the first time when I was only 13 with a guy who was 19. All I can remember is getting very drunk and him taking me back to his flat. Everything else is blurry except waking up in the bed next to him the morning after. When I went home, my parents hadn’t even noticed the fact I wasn’t there so that’s when I started sleeping around and staying at his house all the time.

I found out he had slept with 2 other girls (and that’s the ones I know of!!) while he was with me. To get back at him, I stupidly slept with two other guys I pretty much didn’t know, thinking it would make me feel better somehow but it didn’t. After that, I broke up with him.

Soon after, a very close friend of mine asked me out. He was cute, funny, and kind so of course I said yes. Two months into us dating, I fell pregnant but it wasn’t another two months before I realized or allowed myself to realize.

When I told him that a baby was growing inside me, not just any baby, his baby I expected him to run away, to turn his back on me. But to my surprise, he was scared but also excited. Scared since I was only 14 1/2 and he was not quite 17 yet and excited because of this huge adventure ahead of us.

We told his parents first, who said they would support us whatever decision we made and who couldn’t have been nicer about the whole situation. By the time I was 4 months pregnant, I couldn’t hide it much longer so I decided to tell my parents.

My parents rambled on about how it was all my fault and if I hadn’t been so stupid, then it wouldn’t have happened. They also told me I better get rid of “it” because “it” would not be allowed under their roof.

When his parents heard what my parents had said, they straight away told me there was always room in their house for me, no matter what. This baby was going to be their grand-child and they would do whatever it took to ensure it grew up happy.

Within a month, I had moved out of my house and into his place. I have to say it was the best decision of my life, ever. Since day one, his parents have treated me as their own daughter. They are always there for me when ever I need them.

At 15 years old, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Noah. Together, we have been able to, although at times bumpily, take care of “our” son together to the best of our abilities.

Its been a tough 9 months (that’s how old Noah is!!) but worth every second.

why did this happen to me??

Hi, I’m 16 years old and when I was a freshman in high school, I met this guy and me and him really hit things off that year.

I really liked him at the time. I was 15, almost 16. Well anyways, the school year started back again and I had flunked because I never went to class. That was dumb of me but anyways, school started back a freshman again and he graduated last year but then my parents did want me to see him because my brother hated him so I decided to start running away with him? Then months past by and I had the most amazing friend but she told me about him because she knew him long but I didn’t listen. Anyways, months went by and I found I was pregnant 2 months, to be honest. I told him he knew, but then even though me and my friend haven’t talked at that time for 3 months, I told her and she said sorry for not being there for you and that night, I spent the night at her house talking about what I was going to do? Then two days later, I never would have thought that was the last day of me being pregnant. I was a home wreck, not knowing what to do, I told me mother who was disappointed in me but who could blame her? Later on, I told his sister to let her know that the baby was gone and she understood. It happened to her to?

I haven’t seen him or talked to him since, well at least, until a couple of weeks ago. But still, he left me alone and by myself. He has nothing going for himself and I know I shouldn’t talk to him but I love him? What would you do if you were me? And for all those teens, just wait because you never know what will happen?

Dear Child…

Hey baby, it’s mom… Well, I had a doctor’s appointment… Did you feel the doctor push around on you? Because we were making sure that I would be OK?

I am 13 weeks pregnant… and we tried to hear your heartbeat, but you were hiding from us… I just hope that next time, you will let me and Daddy hear you… I will have an ultrasound in November… Are you going to let us know your big secret… on the big question…? Are you a boy or a girl?

I love you and I am so excited about meeting you… I can’t wait until I can hold you… and just to let you in on a little secret… me and daddy are gong to try and get you a brother…. That way, you will have someone to grow up with…

Well, mommy has to go and I will be back later to talk to you… Stay happy and safe…

I love you

Mommy…

i’m pregnant

Hey everyone, hopefully you guys remember me; everyone that signed my guestbook.

I just found out 1 week ago that I’m now 6 weeks pregnant. This is my second child.

the pain of the lost

I’m 17 now. At the time, I was 16. Me and my boyfriend, now 3 years at the time 2 1\2.

I have lost 3 babies: 2 miscarriages, 1 still-born. It has been the worst pain of my life. Me and my boyfriend, who’s 19, have our own place and our own car and we both want a baby so bad. We cry about it every night but were too afraid to try again cause we couldn’t bear losing another baby.

Thanks for taking the time to read my story.