Teenage Mother

When I was young, I was happy. Free and full of life. I had no worry in the world. I had so many friends, so I was always outside playing. I kept busy all of the time.

As I grew up into my teenage years I started losing everyone. So many people passing away, my parents divorcing, my grandmother moving out of state... I no longer had friends. I had nobody. To me that was okay. I didn't have to deal with being left out or hurt again. I kept to myself. Yet the downfall was being bullied literally every other day. I blocked out any emotion I had so I didn't have to deal with the drama.

Everything changed when this boy came along. I immediately started talking to him, we became friends and quickly started dating. Young, dumb, and thinking that I was in love of course. In my mind and heart I wanted him to be the one to save me from myself. We spent so much time together (I was living with my father at that time and my siblings were moved out already). I spent the rest of 10th grade, and that following summer, with him.

The day came along where he wanted more from me. I was not ready. He was determined. I was forced out of my virginity. I still stuck with him, even though I felt disgusted, awful, and betrayed. Yet, being young and ignorant, I still stayed with him because I thought it was love. It was not love at all. In my mind he was the only one I had. The only one to "love" me. I was wrong. A second time came along... it happened again. I never wanted it. After that second time, we drifted apart.

A few months later I found out that I was pregnant with his child. I was mortified and scared. I was weighing in all of my options. From adoption to abortion (I'm against abortion), I was really scared. My parents were very disappointed in me. They had no idea the truth behind it. I was scared. I was ashamed. I felt more worthless and disappointed in myself. I kept screwing up everything. I thought my life was over, but it was only the beginning.

I kept my son. His "father" nowhere in the picture. I tried so much to have him in his life, but found out his "father" was using drugs. He was always doped up. Always high. In the end, I was happy that he was no longer in our lives. I ended up being fine as a single teenage mom. I had my parents, and I still do. Not everyone has a support system. It breaks my heart.

Years passed. Relationships have come and gone. Then there comes this man in my life. Yes, man. Not boy. He saw me as a person. As a beautiful, strong woman. We met at work. A job we both got hired and fired from together. I knew this was real love. He accepted my son as his own. He has been here for me at my lowest (yes, I have a lower in my life than this story lol) he stuck by my side. He fought for me and my son. He gave me and my son a life. To him, I was more than this story. I now call him my husband and my son calls him dad.

My point is, my son saved me from myself. He helped me learn so much and for that I'm thankful for everything that happened. I'm blessed in life now. I'm happy and I never want to go back to change my life because my choices and mistakes made me the woman that I am today.