When I was almost 18 years old, I found out I was pregnant. My boyfriend, at the time, and I had been together for over 2 years by this point. He was ecstatic when I told him that the test showed positive, and came to pick me up. From there, we went to the store to buy another test, and went back to his Aunt’s house to take it. As soon as it, too, came back positive, he called everyone he could just to tell them we were pregnant.
I was excited because I’d always wanted to be a mother someday, but I was also embarrassed. The father of my child, although I loved him, had cheated on me more than once, and everyone knew it. Plus, we were young. I was petrified of others finding out I was carrying his child, but over time, that faded away. The more excited and attached I became, the less I cared what others thought of my situation. In the end, I knew that no matter what happened between the father and I, I would always have my baby.Continue reading