My issues are sort of different. I’ve been in a relationship with the same man off and on for 10 years. We have a 7 year old child. And we’ve lived together for the last three years. Everything is in our names together. We are what you consider “common law” married. I am not very young, and not in school. I am a working full time.
My home life hasn’t been very happy lately. I guess it comes with being with someone for so long. We had been fighting a lot, and decided to separate. During one of our moments of making up, I ended up getting pregnant. We were careful-using condoms. But I still got pregnant. When I first suspected being pregnant, I took a pregnancy test. It was negative. But my cycle never came, so I took another-in fact 3 tests-all positive. I just sat there and cried. Here I am preparing to move out on my own, and this happens. I didn’t know what to do and I was afraid to tell him.
I talked to my family who was very happy for me, and would support me in my decision. But when I finally told him, things went horrible. It was like I had stolen from him, or raped him. He didn’t understand how it could happen. If it was even his. How he didn’t want more children. How I was just trying to force him to stay with me-that he just wanted me out of his life! He didn’t care at all about me. My son didnt understand all the fighting, or crying. All he wanted was an abortion and me gone.
Then, a couple of days later, he approached me telling me about the abortion pill. At that point, I was tired of fighting and just agreed. I looked into it, and thought it would be the right choice. My family was even encouraging me to do it so that I could be free of him and have a fresh start. I made my appointment then went to the clinic ALONE. I was in such a rush to have it done otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to go through with it. Turns out I was 6 weeks pregnant. The other women there looked scared or nervous. Everyone basically watched the floor, like they were ashamed. Including me. Some women didn’t even know about the pill option. But the surgery was not for me. I took the pill, got the rest of the meds to take at home, then left.
Everything happened so fast after that. I came home to have my miscarriage. When I was really giving away a child. The next day I took the other pills-then the bleeding and cramping started. My very first trip to the restroom, and there was the baby. All I could do was cry. And where was the father? Out celebrating! I never complained about the pain, nausea, or any thing else. I didn’t have the right to.
I haven’t been the same since. I chose to end my baby’s life because I was scared to do things alone. Because people encouraged it because I thought I didn’t have any other options. When that wasn’t the case, and I see that now. But it’s too late. I want my child back. And that will never happen. I have nightmares all the time. Even about loosing my son. I did something I don’t believe in, and justified it. I guess that is my punishment. Everyday, I hate myself more. Maybe one day I will be blessed to become a parent again. And I will be just that!
I’m Really Confused right now! I need help figuring it out…
I’m thinking about taking Skyler’s Daddy to court to get child support from him. He hasn’t paid for her ever. It’s been 3 1/2 years now. I don’t know how to get him to pay it. I’m scared he will fight and not have to pay for his daughter who he calls a mistake that should have not been born. He told me that I shouldn’t have kept my baby and killed it. I have never seen this side of him before.
How can I get him to pay for his kid, even though he doesn’t want her alive? I need HELP!!
It’s funny how life turns out. One day, you are mommy’s & daddy’s little gal, and the next, you all just don’t agree on anything and everything.
It’s amazing how one can have two hearts and when the weight of the world is on their shoulders manage to keep them beating as one. I just wonder how life would have turned out if I hadn’t given in to pressure, but hey, life has a design and it’s either you follow the pattern or you lose out. I chose not to lose out anymore coz my design was spread out wide and I came across everyone here.
This site is like a home away from home, a pillar of strength, a mother. You can be sure that if you come here with a question, it will be answered. And even when you feel lost, you will surely find your way. I can remember the 1st time I came across this site. I was drowning in misery and sorrow. I got more than what I came here for. I got friends, people who can relate to what i was feeling.
Today, I can say I’m healed from all the heartache and sorrow I feel. I’m a new person who embraces life and its gifts.
A sudden gift, how could it be? One that comes from two times twenty-three
Could it be a heart that beats for me?
My life?
Was it given to me, just only me?
How could I have sent it away?
But I guess it just wasn’t meant for me……….
Soo when I use protection, I guess it really doesn’t protect…
Me and my husband do not plan on having any more until I’m 25. I’m 21 right now. I already have 2 sweethearts and I don’t plan at the moment to have any more. I couldn’t take the Plan B pill because I already took it 2 months ago when this happened before. And NO, it wasn’t cheap condoms. Those things were freaking expensive. Well anywho, I got my period 2x in one month and I’m supposed to start this month and haven’t yet…
Soo, please pray that I get it… And if I’m pregos, i want a BOY cause my husband seems to only make GIRLS. lol…
I never really thought my life would turn out the way that it has. I never planned on being a single mom (like anyone plans these things, lol).
In some ways, I’m looking forward to being a mom, but in other ways, I’m completely dreading it. I know the baby is a blessing and I love him already, but I know how hard it’s going to be to do this on my own. I thought his father would be around, and we were getting along pretty well for a while. But a couple of weeks ago, I found out from his mom that he moved out of town. He never even told me, he just took off. I’m not even sure if he’s coming back. It hurts knowing he doesn’t care, but I’ve gotta be strong. I wish that I could move on, but right now it’s impossible. The worst part of it is that I still love him. Even after all the stupid sh*t he’s put me through. I guess I always will though. How can you not love the father of your child?
I don’t know, maybe someday I’ll figure it out.
