I was 16. I knew him for years. We kinda grew up together but we were never friends. We went to the same school since 3rd grade. I was in and out of placements, always gettin’ into trouble. So I really didn’t have time to pay attention to him or anyone else.

Then I came back from placement from going the last time right before my 16th birthday. He was friends with my older brother now and when I saw him, he looked so good. He had his hair grown long and was in a ponytail. But he had a girlfriend. But I still got close to him. Soon he broke up with his girlfriend to be with me. At first, we used protection then sometimes, we didn’t have it. Then about 3 months of dating, I started to really fall in love with him and was getting ready to break up with him because I was afraid to be in love when I decided maybe, I should take a pregnancy test.

So I did. I was pregnant.